Atmosphere
You gon' see my top back when I'm flying by in a 65
Ace of spades pulled up while I drive
Girl, that's your sound, turn me up one more time
Ooh, I like that baby, let the top go down
Throw your hands up higher
Ooh, you a Westside girl
When the sun goes down, make you come alive
Nothing left to do but smoke and drive
And I got this special feeling, put this in your life
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
One good thing about LA traffic, when it hit that stop
You come over from the passenger and you climb on top
And I feel like I'm Billie and you're Gloria
And even at home, yeah, girl I'ma reach that spot
Ooh, I'm a Westside boy
I'ma drop that top every chance I got
Make a good view for the angels that we lost
And don't never think that you'll be forgot
But right now baby, this moment here is all we got
So let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
See the mirrors painted of the heroes lookin' from the sky
LA baby, where you live, and you dream, and you die
Gotta get it, I got it, I got it, I got it, can't lie, no, no
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
Ace of spades pulled up while I drive
Girl, that's your sound, turn me up one more time
Ooh, I like that baby, let the top go down
Throw your hands up higher
Ooh, you a Westside girl
When the sun goes down, make you come alive
Nothing left to do but smoke and drive
And I got this special feeling, put this in your life
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
One good thing about LA traffic, when it hit that stop
You come over from the passenger and you climb on top
And I feel like I'm Billie and you're Gloria
And even at home, yeah, girl I'ma reach that spot
Ooh, I'm a Westside boy
I'ma drop that top every chance I got
Make a good view for the angels that we lost
And don't never think that you'll be forgot
But right now baby, this moment here is all we got
So let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
See the mirrors painted of the heroes lookin' from the sky
LA baby, where you live, and you dream, and you die
Gotta get it, I got it, I got it, I got it, can't lie, no, no
Nothing left to do, sit back and ride
And let the wind blow through your hair
The world's on fire but we don't care
Ain't nothing left for us to fear
Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Matthew Balding, Marc Griffin, Omar Edwards, Pete Jonas, Count Bassy, Mark Rodriguez, Judy Kang
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