Lyrics:
all of, me, my every, crease
I wanna overdose on you
You are in everything that I do
Rather then, the air, I just, need you here
I will go, anywhere,
shoulda knew you would lie
Fuck it I aint got no wife
Fuck it I aint got no wife
I gotta live by my life
I gotta do this shit right
City on back like a new
a pimp
God damn right I'ma do it like this
[Redman]
I tie up my Air Nike's prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turn Pike
me as I'm falling
With no safety net for relief
Just promise that you won't breathe
The air is too thin for our lungs
We may asphyxiate or aspirate
GO
GET IT AND GO,
I DONT GOT DREAMS I JUST GET IT AND GO
(GET IT AND GO)
I PUT THE SHIP IN THE AIR WHEN I FLY BY
ALL YOU SEE IS SMOKE
(YEAH THATS THAT
The resolution is evolution
Stand by for the restitution
The grapevine is causing air pollution
So leave distractions and get reducing
I'm no pharaoh but my path
the air
Magnetism on both sides
Please don't tease; be sincere
I'm not any waste guy
You no ashewo my dear
Do what you gotta do to get by
Afro gypsy girl be
(Can you stand like that?
Maybe I should read the text one whole
Because again oh
Just just say "now, air can get through")
Now, air can get through
to a Israelite
I’m like a pit on a chain with some fleas, I’m just itching to fight
‘cause every app got a vid of family losing their life
Sisters mishandled while
when I'm gettin' women
The freshest linen, like I'm spittin' through your television
In a daydream, living while these minutes pass me by
Lean back
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
with you
If love is In The air
Let me breathe with you
I just wanna be there
If anywhere with you
Cause I love your smile
And I love your face
It's
check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
cause I tell it how it is, and you
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is,
Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back
I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
Couple Xanax, light a couple wax candles
Ty wasn't a shooter, that nigga just sold bricks
And Tony he was reckless he never had no picks
Tony was like the Alpo, Ty was the Lil Rich
Two
Party and bullshit, party and bullshit
Posted the mall like who?
I don't have the air I don't like you
Three four rose and they're all like uuu
I
a follow
Gang affiliated but she look just like a model
I just met her today and want the pussy by tomorrow
BK bitch that work in KP
Slip up and she
Chorus]
Allah she love me like I’m cocaine
All she want to do is smell me
I got that kaba OUD
Can't u tell G?
Put your hands in the air
Girl I wish
of Bel Air
One day they'll clear out the air when I land
One day they'll reach just to touch on my pants
I need the money delivered by hand
Don't fuck with
heartbeat like a drum
But now you're just another dream, another song
The memories we never made, never tried
Wish I had the real thing, a ride or die
The air
heartbeat like a drum
But now you're just another dream, another song
The memories we never made, never tried
Wish I had the real thing, a ride or die
The air
do
We got love between each other
All the air we can breathe
We can change it all my love
If we just believe
It's a brave new world and
You got to be
impaired
She holding me down and im coming up for air
You there when I need you shawty
Ooo baby you sweet as sorbet
And you look like you be in Olay
Got
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