You got a baby boy or girl in there
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare
Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air
Until all the air bubbles have popped.
Say the word and i'mma give you what you want
A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air
We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there
Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere
Then why the fuck am i yellin at 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.
Don't you leave a seed in there
I'm running out of air
Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air
Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair
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