This is a song about "Air jorda"

On the lines of a wire right in the nice air

Another 5, eli won't even be there

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Then why the fuck am i yellin at air

You appear as if you care

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

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

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

I'm running out of air

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share