Love Is A Pimp Atmosphere

[Slug]
Man shut the fuck up!
It wasn't 'til like 1997 that you stopped tryin to be Prince
Whassup man? Why you look all upset all the time?
Ohhh, it's like that huh
To be honest I kinda respect
The way that you be walkin around all stupid like that

And with a Sean Daly type of obsession for women
He starts off to the sunset on his sins
And he looks to the sky past the blue in the clouds
And says, "Damn God tell me you ain't proud"
Everybody's talkin 'bout the end of the world
Like everybody wanna make friends with my girl
I guess y'all got bored with the good old days
Like there ever really was any anyways
Don't ever close your eyes unless you're tryin to sleep
But you never fall asleep unless you count some sheep
And them sheep don't baa unless you fuck them raw
So shut your mouth and pretend that you're deep deep
How deep? Deeper than her panties
Deeper than the power-steering fluid in the antifreeze
And I'll be damned if she survives the trip
Second guessin each breath that rides her lips
I'm tryin to drive the shit, only alive
To fit inside of her hips, it's time for a sip
Fibers of the mind rip into fine strips
Of life and love while I was tryin to get a grip