This is a song about "Air"

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air

I'm running out of air

They tryin to say that i don't care

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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

Even then we got people out there drowning, gasping for air.

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air

Striving, working nine to five with no health care