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Atmosphere Mother S Day

[Slug] She lost one to pneumonia, gave the other to prison and now she spends mother's day sitting in her kitchen Looking at the pictures of her past

Prijevod: Atmosfera. Majčin dan.

[Slug:] She lost one to pneumonia, gave the other to prison And now she spends mother's day sitting in her kitchen Looking at the pictures of her past

things that surround us Through our atmosphere (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Every day (I don't know why this) Every single day

though Shots in the spinal from my rivals Cross the T's and dot the I's and Pay the judge, drop the top, we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's

Ayy, it's your boy Don P right, right Trillville, Corlio I need all my niggaz to look around, look around You see some hoes in the atmosphere? I see them

worse, but I feel a lot better And that's all that really matters to me Well, Amy hit the atmosphere Caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter And she's

somebody's back What's up with that? Where's the independence? Find the dotted line between acquainted with and friendship But damn got head rushed, can't stop What's

under When the grand scheme plan keeps all these people wondering Why we still runnin in place frustrated Pride is mistaken for hate it's upgraded I got a little breath left let's