Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare
Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear
Guess i'll meet her right back at start
Until all the air bubbles have popped.
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
Og like the prince of bel air,
U got all them drums in there
And if they did, they didn't care
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
Believing the screens or anything there
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
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