Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there
Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,
Got our middle fingers in the air,
When the depth chart came, there was no me there
Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare
I'm out of here, gimme that breath of fresh air
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
She showed no lover's care, mauled like she was just cuttin' air.
Believing the screens or anything there
Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.
And got her room number, you can find me there
Multiple middle fingers in the air
To see how long your lungs can stay starved of air
Season opener, finna be there
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there
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