"Sad Clown Bad Summer #9," by Atmosphere

Lyrics:

Ain't no way to explain or say
How painful the hangover was today
In front of the toilet, hands and knees
Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves
My baby made me some coffee
Afraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me
Couple of advil, relax and chill
At a standstill with how bad I feel
I think I need to smell fresh hair
So I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs
The sunlight hit me dead in the eye
Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night
My bad sight made me trip on my ass right into that patch of grass like that's life
All of a sudden, I realize something
The weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin
Stood up and took a look and a breath
And there's that bike that I forgot that I possessed
Never really seen exercise as friendly
But I thing something's telling me to ride that slow speed
The brakes are broken, it's alright
The tires got air and the chain seems tight
Hopped on and felt the summertime,
It reminds me of one of them Musab lines like

Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
Sometimes you gotta give in to win,
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

If I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
Bust it out whenever someone's actin hard
Settle down, barbeque in the backyard
The kids get treats and old folks get classic cars
Every day that gets to pass is a success
Every woman looks better in a sun dress
The sunshine's an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice
Show improve their moves and let loose
I hear voices, I see smiles to match em
Good times and you can feel it in the fashion
Even though the heat cooks up the action
The streets still got butterflies
Enough kids to catch 'em
Ridin my bike around these lakes man
Feelin like I finally figured out my escape plan
Take it all and the day started off all wrong
Somehow now that hangover is all gone
Ain't nothing like the sound of the leaves
When the breeze penetrates these southside trees
Leanin' up against one, watchin the vibe
Forgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive
It's so simple, I had to keep the song simple
When I get home I'm gonna open all the windows
Feelin all right, stopped at a stop sign
A car pulled up, bumpin Fresh Prince's Summertime

Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
Sometimes you gotta give in to win,
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

Lyrics:

Uh Huh, her name was Stephanie something
She lived out in Richfield, Right off of Portland
I'm talkin' bout back in the 9th grade
Still had a ponytail, Couldn't grow a (hi fay?)
Used to take the 5 way out to the Suburbs
Waitin at the bus stop there was my love bird
She would get on, sit down, scoot me over
and smile with a jerry curl, resting on my shoulder
And we would hit the mall together, maybe hold each others hands, or share a Doctor Pepper,
And all we ever did was kiss, no sex
But in our defense there was never any stress

(Your number one) X4

On the phone late at night, when I'm supposed to be in bed, momma doesn't know I'm talkin to Laynette
I had a lot, sweet nothin' to say, You could say not a whole lot has changed since this day
We was 14, but she had breast, although, we was both to young for anything sexual
Just wanted her to know that she was special
She used to write me notes,"Do you like me, Yes?, No?"
And I don't know if it was practice for later
But both of us would break our back to spend time together
I don't ever remember trying to make her feel bad
Back then, we didn't see things like that

(Your number one) X4

There used to be a spot called the Boulevard Theater and as a kid when a movie came out I would see it there
Sneakin in to the "R" rated feature
I think i was 15 thats how i met Lisa
She showed up, with a group of fly girls
So and me and my crew was in super fly world
After the flick we went outside, paired off, took a walk, into that night
I can't imagine that happening now
The innocence is gone and all the magic ran out
I wonder if my son will get to understand the fun that comes from the summer with the one you call the one

Background Singing: (Chorus)

(Your number one) X8

They used to be a fear and a nervousness but back then it wasn't because of domestic disturbances
It used to just hurt your heart, But now it's not enough until it rips your universe apart
Got to see a lot of love when i was a kid
Heartbreak made me want to die, but I never did
So this is for my old baby sitter, wanted to sneak out and fall asleep by the lake with ya
Smells like candy, felt like family, For every girl that ever helped me in the back seat
used to vision being love struck with them
Till I got blindsided by these grown up women

Lyrics:

You got a bag full of paint, a head full of brain
No snow, no rain, ain't got no complaint
Like you high on that cry long running through your veins
You look like a war vet starin at them trains
It's like you zen the f**k out
Sittin in the bushes, letting all the bugs out
One smoke one beer, when the coast is clear you disappear until your zone stoned on the fear
Lookin at scarred box cars
Focusing and notice one of the ones most fit
Its like that one there, has got your name all over it
So that one there, is getting your name all over it
Pull a can of sky blue for the outline
Sky for the limits, blue for the down time
Nerves at blast, disturbin the masses of rats with these thin tips and fat caps
Thinking bout your little brother, cause he been tryin hit the yard with you all summer
It's a good thing that you didn't bring him along
Cause that's when you saw the flashlights singing this song like

Run, run, run these yards
Run, run, run don't get caught
Run, run, run every piece understood

It wasn't fast enough, a simple catch
Cornered in the parking lot hidin in the trash
You heard the footsteps, heart beatin hard
Are you gonna have to fight with a trainyard guard?
You stepped out on some, yup let's start this
Puffin out your chest like you wasn't in the garbage
And that's when the universe stopped
Cause your looking straight at a uniformed officer
What you think, should you run, run
And take a chance at getting some from his stunt gun
That ain't one on one, plus he look kinda young
The type that might beat your ass just for fun, huh
So tell me what the f**k are you supposed to do
Already thinking about the cuffs holdin you
Already got a few cases over you
But then the police man says, no it's cool
What, where's the punch line, can't call it
Too many paint fumes, musta lost it
He handed you your bag and said here, I think you dropped this
Cause this cop grew up on hip hop

Lyrics:

All your secrets stay safe
All your liars will lay
All your stories are staged
On that mattress

Ain't no way to ignore yourself
A lot to say, no one to tell
We all think that you're so cool cause nobody knows that nobody knows you
Paint brush color up them flaws
Break up send them broken laws
You can't share all the facts with a home made crosshair on your back
Everybody wanna tell the tale
Like the chips might fall but they never fail
You still don't realize, take a look around
Do we seem surprised
So we don't even need to know
About the poor decisions that feed your growth
Nah, we just wanna see the now what
Can you keep a secret, can you keep your mouth shut

You can't even tell your mirror
Anyone can seem so sincere
Watch whatever you volunteer
Voices argue all over here
She was pointing at a hand
When she said let's move this ball to the bed
First time on the field hit a homerun
Wash your hands, don't tell no one
Better check yourself
Cause the best part of you the part kept to self
Will never forget how it felt
Look at how well you dealt with the guilt now

You gotta secret but everybody does
And the whole damn courtroom wanna be the judge
You don't wanna be distracted
And take our minds off our own malpractice
Everybody talk about their past
Like today's mistake is gonna be the last
We wanna see behind your mask
Like we ain't got our backyard to trash
Well this one drink and drive
And that one there, cheats on his wife
Broken promises, deadbeat dads
Overdoses, and one night stands
Let's all make a mess
And try to project some kind of perfection
And let me sing you a song
Cause I ain't the first thing you ever did wrong

Lyrics:

It was still dark when Mark arrived
Maybe 6:45 in the morning time
In the tenth grade, we was tight friends
But neither of us had a driver's license
His mom was a flight attendant
And she'd leave town with a Cadillac unattended
So we used to get tempted,
That intense tendency to tend to what we wasn't meant to
We would skip out on class and shit
To go visit other schools, just tryin to act cool
And looking back I have to laugh at it
Cause all we did was burn up gas and flunk math fool
But still it was super ill,
I mean two teenagers in a new Seville
With 1987 in the tapedeck
That was a part of my life that I'll never forget
It went...

The soundtrack still runs through my head
I gotta keep every single step
As old as we get, we don't forget
We won't forget
We don't forget

And you can't tell me nothing about frontin
We wasn't even sixteen yet, come on jump in
Cruise control until we lose control
Max the low end out to let it bruise my soul
And god knows I should have been studying
So maybe I could grow up and be somebody
But I loved the looks that the girls shot at me from the bus stop
When we pulled up in that caddy
Good thing back then I had bad game
Otherwise there probably be a few with my last name
Better that my true love was rap
Now let it out on reverse, until the bad dub snaps
Felt so right, forgot we was wrong
Sittin at a stop light, singin along
When I look in my rearview now, what would I see
If I didn't have the music in my history, now give it to me

And we was just a couple of kids
It was right around the same time that nobody was beatin the biz
Had that, and I know you got soul
On a tape that I made, recorded em off a (?) show
I was addicted to the radio
Make my request, and wait for it
Holdin my finger on the pause button, like "now go"
I guess that was the original download
Rap videos and girls digits
A fifteen pack of blank cassettes for Christmas
Used to steal mom's change if it's easy to
We used to make up names for our graffiti crew
Used to talk about makin it big
And if we ever got rich, the way we would live
Hey Mark, we ain't there yet but
If you can hear my voice then turn your stereo up, like what...