This is a song about "Air"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

They tryin to say that i don't care

I can smell it in the air