Another 5, eli won't even be there
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
Multiple middle fingers in the air
They're tryin to say that i don't care
Stuntin' in my rarest pair
With that weed in the air
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there
When danielle or milan decide to fucking share
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
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