They Call It (instrumental) Atmosphere

Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement
On some gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today shit
And don't you love the way that you can relate
To everything your favorite rapper has to say about your hatred
Get a hobby now why they wanna watch me in some hotel lobby
Getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy
Probably never be global like Tupac
But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox
Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy
Watching over sensitive hippies
Use my records for they dog frisbees
Be a good little fishy
And book me a ticket to your city
So your girlfriend'll kiss me
I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower
Make a meal borrow a towel and take a shower
It's called love in return they bake bread
Pay dollars, make bets
Catch buzz, give head

They call it love and I get plenty of it
The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits
They call it love and I get plenty of it
Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget
They call it hate and I get plenty of it
But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin