Multiple middle fingers in the air
I mean me is there, but it's like three there
Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Og like the prince of bel air,
And never should you tear
No, not on top but down there
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Everyday we live and breathe the air
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