We vegetables, on them record labels
Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal
I jump in the air to glide, she don’t want to fight
Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right
Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare
I can smell it in the air
Feeling like the air is hard to breathe in
She smiles; a niggas full of passion
Soul music in the air nothing but blues
Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha
Apparent in the air that there's hysteria, they'll bury ya,
Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here
While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal
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