| | 3.2 Red Dog Lyrics Artist(Band):Atmosphere
Warm beer, cold women I just don't fit in It goes 1, it goes 2, it goes 3-2 red dog in the hoodie Too much "person" in your "ality", the friction could be Should we continue with dialogue as I study these new faces I would fix my shoe laces, but the room place was Shoes cut loose at the front door Got dirty socks, I'm on the floor And thoughts is what I hunt for Driftin in and out of conversations I know nothing about Fuck your topics, I didn't come to see you But yo I'm here, might as well make the worst of this warm shitty beer And I'm nursin it, and cursin it I'm sick of it, but still grippin it and sippin it Hopin it'll dull the pain of the sight of your lips flippin' shit So here I sit, inside my atmosphere I don't know a single motherfucker here But maybe that's my fear Pull out my notebook and let go Intro-spectro cep Not so pleased to meet you And I hate techno I only came to see the girl that lives here TW #11, cold women warm beer [2X] If you find some error in 3.2 Red Dog Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to smashinese787@hotmail.com for submitting the lyrics. Review the song 3.2 Red Dog The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Atmosphere" Music | |
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