Atmosphere

Song: Atmosphere

Artist: Marc E. Bassy

Lyrics: Marc E. Bassy

Composed: Nic Nac & Count Bassy

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

And nothing left for us to fear

Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere

Onе good thing about LA traffic, when it hit that, stop

You come over from thе passenger and you climb on top

And I feel like I'm Billie and you 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

And 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

And nothing left for us to fear

Yeah, it's different in this atmosphere