Trying to Find a Balance
Atmosphere Lyrics

They love the taste of blood
People seem to enjoy violence.

Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
The singer doesn't know exactly what is going on, but they feel strongly about it.

Maybe they're as evil as they seem
Those who engage in violent behavior might actually be evil.

Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
The artist might only focus on the good and ignore the bad things around them.

"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
Someone is trying to compliment Atmosphere's music, but the artist doesn't believe it.

Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
The singer is skeptical of the compliment.

The last time I felt as sick and contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
The singer feels ill and torn between different emotions, like they did the last time they played in Cincinnati.

"Get real." They tell me If only they knew how real this life really gets
People try to tell the artist to be realistic, but the artist feels like they understand the harsh realities of life.

They would stop acting like a silly bitch They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
The artist wishes people would stop being foolish and show more respect towards male genitals, whether or not they believe they are significant.

Doesn't take much and that's messed up Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
People often do the bare minimum to impress others, and the artist thinks that is unfortunate.

While everyone was trying to out-do the last man I was just a ghost trying to catch some Ms. Pac-man
When others were trying to compete with each other, the singer was doing their own thing.

Hello ma'am, would you be interested In some sexual positions and emotional investments
The artist is asking if someone is interested in a sexual relationship with an emotional connection.

See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
The singer feels level-headed, but they question where the passion and enthusiasm have gone.

East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
People from all regions know how to dress well.

Somebody give me a big yes (YES!) God Bless America, but she stole the 'B' from "Bless" (And kept it!)
The singer is excited and optimistic, but jokes that America took a letter from the word 'Bless.'

Now I'm too fucked up to dance So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
The artist is too drunk to dance, so they sit with their hand down their pants. However, they know that you won't achieve your goals if you don't take risks or make the effort to do things.

In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper You see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance
The artist feels like they are shunned by some people and worshipped by others, but they are trying to find and build a balance between both extremes.

Now I keep a close eye on my pets Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
The singer watches their pets closely because they rely on their instincts for basic needs. The pets will always eat, sleep, and reproduce when necessary.

Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
The singer suggests preying on vulnerable people and sees other musicians as unoriginal and insincere.

Yeah I got some last words, fuck all of y'all! Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
The artist is angry and tells people to stop making music and do something else instead.

Gotta journey the world in a hurry 'Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
The artist feels like they are on trial for something they didn't do. However, they believe their love and passion for music is what makes others 'kill' their work.

Now all my friends are famous It's either one thing or another They all don't know what my name is Probably know both of my brothers The one is a hard workin' savior The other's a hard workin' soldier I'm just your next door neighbor Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober You wait for the car at the corner Pretend like you know what the plot is Won't quit till I hit California And make you my Golden State goddess
The artist's friends are famous, but they feel forgotten. Their brothers are hard-working, but the artist is struggling to be sober. They're heading to California to find love and a purpose.

I gotta find my balance
The singer needs to find balance in their life.

Now I'm trying to find a balance I'm trying to build a balance
The artist is still looking for balance and trying to construct it.