Lyrics:
Throw yo' hands up in the air
If ya know he love ya
Tell the DJ play this song right here
If ya know he love ya
Let, let, let, let me see you
you pass me by
Ignore me walking on the Sidewalk
And never say hi
You only see me as a stranger
But It only belongs to you
You're my only vice
There's
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
to pick up the phone
I need a fix real soon
Hey I was telling you
After all that we've been through baby
I'm still in love with you
I'll come by if you
inch
I can put her back together again
I'll supply the love she lacks
And give her back exactly what she needs
Bringin' it piece by piece
All
can, if you tune in, you just might hear
I'm jus a kid, living carefree
Sitting barely hyperactive, never been in chairs, we
Flying by like Jordan in
love with what I wear holographic rare
Moonrocks in my lungs I'm in need of air
But I'm in the air im Michael Jordan here
Looking at me I know you hate
open eyes, to make them possible by any means)
(CHORUS/OUTRO)
You wake up and dry your tears,
Finances supply your fears
You feel like you're all alone
dollar shop air
Fake flowers, fake guns and fake capital
Cash only
You'll get caught in the mirror if you try anything stupid
Very important people
Fucking
that I can't help but sigh
Cause you took my breath away, I don't know how I get by
Without fresh air I need a new supply
So meet me underneath the palm
in the hood and nigga you lil trey
Suppress ya appetite we taking ya lil' tray
Love my handgun but my chopper still the shit
Banned in 1994 but I'm
I'm on Pluto getting domed by indigo hoes
These smurfs love my hose they really petite
Makes my dick look like 2 feet
Turning green they envy
How I
Your love covers the planets
Fills atmospheres and systems of canyons
It permeates each physical state
Physical constants constantly giving you
I make broke look good
More time I supply just tryna get by
You should never ask me why I smoke till my lips split
They always send me to try to stop
buggin'
She work at V Live, I supply her with lumber
The skirt that got you, when supplying the jungle
Kevin Garnett, they retire my number
Got gold in
Satanic undiplomatic
Rich only bitch aristocratic
Romance in the air for my lover
Then in the sheets undercover
Meet me in the city of Culver
I'll love you
dies
It evaporates into the sky
It is your air supply
Inhale, then exhale
It's bound to get you high
Potent like sour diesel
Is it good, is it evil?
Only
manners your friends don't matter
Skrr skrr skrr
Yeah you hate those rappers
I don't even care coz I do it better
Love is in the air and I'm not a good
you 'cause you love my brother like you did
Just promise me you'll tell this story when you make it big
And if I die before your album drop I hope
that sometimes, the shit ridiculous
One hand in the air, if he don't really care
Middle finger in the air, if you don't really care
It's like that
No we can't compare
You not here
Nor there
Check new tone
My hair
Them 6's
They rare
The OG's
The air
Chris Roth
The shades
They white like
Kobain's
I'm standing here in my field of dreams,
Your love has passed me by it seems,
And the sun has hidden his face for another day.
I'm gonna take you by
I'm standing here in my field of dreams,
Your love has passed me by it seems,
And the sun has hidden his face for another day.
I'm gonna take you by
the universe love you today
'Cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away
A flock of positive activists and fill the body with hate
If it's necessary
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