Lyrics:
Baby come and quarantine with me
Your air's the only air I wanna breathe
Bloodshot eyes, not from disease
I've got the supplies, tell me what you
I come telling to do, just do it
Because I knew it
Life's not easy, non-tall
But you can be the one that don't fall
The summer, I'm for one, one for
by day
You ain't gotta be scared
See on ya face
See on ya face
I tell her shorty keep ya head up
Everything gone be ok
Love low on supply
Take it day
fixe
Ever since the first day I laid my eyes on you
Knew from the start that you would be the baby girl I wanted
I know you doubtful, all I want is just
ooze it
I only doubted myself due to knowing
That most of you did
Still it's all love, dawg
I don't hold grudges
I taught myself love, dawg
I don't owe
the air
And wave it in the air
I said 1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
So you might as well get used to me
I'm walking in authority
Living life without apology
and true. We might soar on the heights
But now I'm taking steps. Two, three or four at a time with you
You supply my breath
It's only in you that I find my
for the boxcutter above those ashes
Without hot air balloons floatin'
Their four passenger baskets
And I'm asking you
To let a captive lacerate
in my Air Force Ones
I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (big boy)
There's something about 'em that's dirty, that's why I got
my universe and galaxy but last Thing i need space
Its my desire to place saturns ring on yo finger
You supply to fuel my tank that will make me
Honey and have you home by five
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
In
rats want extra cheese
On that piece of the pie
Now ask me "How high?", I'll tell you "Reach for the sky!"
Blame the Crooked Letter I
That's my home,
supply
Grown bitch yeah she looking real fye
Tryna love you baby why would I lie
She don't fuck wit me that bitch never say bye
Told me to leave but you
Honey and have you home by five
Love in an elevator
Livin' it up when I'm goin' down
Love in an elevator
Lovin' it up 'til I hit the ground
In
know about yours
StockX trader always gettin paper
Fax the Fact then I hit you on the pager
Frost the flakes tiger hunting like I'm Hemingway
Expose
of y'all know
You are loved
By God almighty
He came down
He brought His only son
His only begotten son to die on the cross
To save us from our sins
If that
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
I'm like Santa Claus
Flippin' money and smokin' weight
Make a mess I'm holdin' cake
Nigga I take yo bitch nigga
That's the reason why you love
lying
Splash man down start smiling
Me and m that's bare black violence
And if you think I'm soft
I beg you come tape this block
Glide on me then you must
a lot of time I'ma slide to the side the Vicky's
I'll supply the dope in dick form like Bobby did Whitney
I'm your pusher man got you addicted now you
but I just supply it now
y'all used to talk, but you're all quiet now
You know what it is that really makes it scrape it
Have a lot of cars,
me what you want
Baby girl you love
You know that I want want, want
(Yoo, damn)
(That's what I'm talking about)
(That was fire bro get that shit)
Mmm
who to blame
So I blame the government, you gotta love it
Another youngin' that sufferin' I told him to fuck the world
And made somethin' from nothing
this chick
Bitch was beautiful
Para trooping (pair of drooping) boobies
Air ballooning booty
Needs some spooning like a Super Bowl.
I’ll be Raj J, you be
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