Multiple middle fingers in the air
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
No medal here, i'm well aware
Then why the fuck am i yellin at air
Spinning like my many rims through the air,
Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair
Rap and do the impossible like i can carry air.
You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair
Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,
With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there
I'm running out of air
I'm just sellin' my thoughts there
And now i walk around without a care
When they open the box and inhale the pale air.
Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
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