Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Until all the air bubbles have popped.
Real words...elegant: a piece of art
Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,
Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there
I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
Day and night are my 'posites rare
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
On the lines of a wire right in the nice air
And got her room number, you can find me there
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there
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