Lyrics:
Atmosphere To All My Friends

your coffee's great and you had breakfast too I hope it's the type of day you would say was perfect in every way you could crave of I hope all your brats

of must get paid here Blood rush, raised up to the majors [Slug] I was living at my dad's crib still a kid, when my best friend began to drift So I

set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain

vacation So there it was decorated with the wordplay I'm at school and I'm tryna hide my hurt face She started seeing others but it got worse, wait She let my

from the pot Cause every time you talk Complain a lot Don't forget to count the balls y'all caught Enjoy what you got before it all falls off [Chorus

Yeah I got a high school education, but that's all Skills? You wanna know if I got some skills? Yeah I got some skills This goes out to all my friends

Hey man what's happenin? I ain't seen you in awhile. How you been? Whats a matter, you sick? Don't come near me man. Alright I'll see you later. Tommy

from the pot Cause every time you talk Complain a lot Don't forget to count the balls y'all caught Enjoy what you got before it all falls off [Chorus

enough Good conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then some It was getting close to last call So I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all