When danielle or milan decide to fucking share
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
Og like the prince of bel air,
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
They're tryin to say that i don't care
Park my plane right there
With that weed in the air
I'm running out of air
I'm just sellin' my thoughts there
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
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