[Slug:]
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
[Chorus:]
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me f*ck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Slug:]
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
So f*ck needles, f*ck smoke
F*ck lines that make the sinus choke
F*ck chasers, trails, f*ck waves and rails
F*ck hang-overs, f*ck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
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Atmosphere - Gods Bathroom Floor Lyrics
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[Slug:]
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
[Chorus:]
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me f*ck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Slug:]
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
So f*ck needles, f*ck smoke
F*ck lines that make the sinus choke
F*ck chasers, trails, f*ck waves and rails
F*ck hang-overs, f*ck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins
[Chorus:]
From a head full of pressure rests the senses that I clutch
Made a date with Divinity, but she wouldn't let me f*ck
I got touched by a hazy shaded, God help me change
Caught a rush on the floor from the life in my veins
[Slug:]
It goes one for the cannabis, and two for your dianoetics
Three for your reasoning, and four for those that try to get it
Five for your love, and six for the stress
And seven for the day that I climbed into this mess
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
I'm catching ulcers from the child proof lighters
And all these fine tooth biters that keep the wires in my head tighter
I tired out by the distances achieved walking in my sleep
Thoughts got shifted since the high got a tad too deep
Ask dad to keep cool, I'll call him back as soon as I resume normal
And get out of this bathroom
And call management to seek some reimbursement
For the nerve ending that burnt from the first hits
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
So f*ck needles, f*ck smoke
F*ck lines that make the sinus choke
F*ck chasers, trails, f*ck waves and rails
F*ck hang-overs, f*ck hallucinations
Regurgitations, mandatory sentences and UA tracing
Blind my insight and dull the common sense
Give me inner vision, kill the superstition and the confidence
Built the tolerance, now it's more that I consume it
When it boards up my room, the world's whores will croon in unison
Unify the eulogy, autopsy pages read euthanasia, I.E., irony
But here I be within a pool of my drool
Sedated, windows dilated, comatose, life overdose
Tell Jacob Miles to keep it wild style
I promise I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
Tell Jacob Mile to keep that shit wild style
And I'll smile
And check the floor, God's got nice tile
[Chorus]
[Slug:]
Head, pressure, senses, clutched
Date, Divinity, wouldn't, f*ck
Touched, hazy, God, change
Rush, floor, life, veins