Windows Atmosphere (Ft. Prof)

[Verse 1: Slug]
Shut up, everybody shut up
I think you've had too much to speak
Give me the keys, plug the leak
Or go take a little step off something steep

I might be a fuck up
But I wanna do splendid things
I mean I want somebody to remember me
And maybe drive me around in a limousine

I'm just joking, I rather drive myself
Rather fly myself, most time, rather be all by myself
A party of one
And I'll keep going for as long as the arteries pump

Don't start no junk
I'm not a thug but I'm hardly a punk
And if it ain't the hard part of the month
Throw your hands in the sky, sing the harmony once

[Hook: Prof]
Shut your pretty mouth, I got a window in my car
I can see it all
I don't trust a motherfucker one bit though, and it go...
Shut your pretty mouth, I got a window in my house
I can see it all
(I like this) I don’t trust a motherfucker one bit though