Your a kid posing like willow in bel air,
It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair
And if they did, they didn't care
I'm running out of air
And the air force scrambles fighters
Let's enjoy our younger years
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
And now i walk around without a care
Years back you believed that the world was fair
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear
Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there
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