Southsiders - ATMOSPHERE

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Biddie bye bye, biddie bye bye, biddy bye bye, what?

Whole Southside been up in your guts

Don’t know how to describe how much you suck

And it’s not just you, but everyone of you plus

Follow each other around like a bunch of ducks

Just turn the music up and get dumb

Stretch your skin around the biggest drum

Born from a neighborhood of click and run

And already gave away my last stick of gum

Just find a torch and light the ceiling

Life’s too short to fight the feeling

I get a little paranoid for no reason

When the jukebox plays Don’t Stop Believin'

My level drives like a rebel

But it’s alright, it’s a rental

Your consent is so incidental

We want what we want, we ain’t trying to settle

We last forever through the echo

Some say special, some say essential

Went to hell just to threaten the devil

And separate the horns like bass and treble

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Biddie bye bye, biddie bye bye, biddy bye bye, what?

Wrote my name on blocks of cinder

Pissed my name on top of winter

Say my name when you’re in denial

But not too many times, it might dim your smile

And if it’s all the same

I’m a flood that thin little train that you call a lane

Knocked down any walls that remain

I’ll bring the balls and y’all bring the chains

When I’m dead you can flip the mattress

Put me in a jar and kiss my ashes

Or put my body in the middle of traffic

Buttnaked in a glass casket, what?

Minneapolis, got love for the advocates

Y’all the baddest bitch, so passionate

Let me hear you say fuck the establishment

Say it, show me a player that’s mad at this

And I’mma show you a hater and a masochist

Y’all think that I got a damn to give

Do I look like I drive a fucking ambulance?

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Whole Southside

Biddie bye bye, biddie bye bye, biddy bye bye, what?