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has filled the space
And if I am alone it is with you

Out by the ocean, our toes are frozen
I taste the salt in the air
As the wind blows your hair

The world is raging
My hands are shaking
The air is aching
So hard to hold on to you
So hard to breathe
Butterfly fly away
Let it go it won't stay
I

and the 5 and then back it up multiply ammo by how many times
I'ma air it out, divide ya head off ain't slacking up
Training my trigger finger I ain't test in

There's so much tension in the air
No communication to spare it's like she doesn't care
All this negative emotion is gonna make my head blow into big

breath
To fill my achin' lungs
In the wide open air
Might be here but I'm there
Singin' your songs
Cause baby I rose up
Above you I grew up
Left you behind

clean air
Be the new Messiah
At least for a day

Hey mister, can't you tell
There ain't no heaven, no hell
Hey mister, can't you see
I was bound for

Don't compare the rare
Let's clear the air who dare to tussle wit a bear
And we ain't talking smokey
Process it slowly
Don't feel a nigga, I don't give

give that ass a smack
Yeah, No classy moment, sweat and make it last a classic moment
Face against the glass, mouth wide open
Got you bent over in

they raise into the night
Hit by a wave of burning air like flaming gasoline

Dark Star Dark Star Dark Star 

Obfuscate the obvious manufacture

Remember when as kids
we went to take a bath
we stayed in the pool
until our fingers got wrinkles by the water
like we were growing older

The air

Words and music by Lisa witty
I THINK IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW THIS HEART OF MINE
 WHAT WILL I FIND IF I LISTEN
I THINK I KNOW
WHICH DIRECTION IT WILL GO

Y'all trend setters
We the Jet setters
LA Sundays, NY Mondays
Mykonos for the holiday

Don't confuse it with the ghetto
That's fireworks in the air

mountain air
Helps me breathe
There’s something about this little town
That brings me back to me

Oh, how I miss my grandma 
And the flowers she planted in

the blackened air
What gives you the right to stare'
With my famous tracers, flaming everywhere

I wish I could ignore
The inch-wide open door of my future
By

Verse
Ten nine eight seven six five four what's the reason that my team is coming screaming through your doors it's the smell of fear in the air

innocent in our privilege we fail to repair the damage
And just perpetuate it
Instead of Reparations, we rep a nation where police reap air
From melanated

the air
Bones and limbs are scattered everywhere
Spider webs, spider legs, spider eggs
Blech

Everything is scary now
Wait a minute - what was that

and maintain
Postulate and cultivate one world-wide change

If you ain't got a lot you got the most to gain
Whether you have or have not, you own a heart

on
Bearing down the monster soon you’ll be gone
In quicksand rising tide
Bets are off the jaws of death open wide
All the years pass you by
Every moment in

Show me how it’s really done
Leave me with my arms out wide
Leave me to the thin air 
It’s all I have around which my arms are entwined
Remind me

They hands out like wide receivers
Say I'm a genius
I'm so hot, I fly in from Phoenix
I got my eye on the prize
cnd I swear I aint leaving
I put down my

night owls and moonflowers let’s stay up late
the world goes to bed and we let it go quiet
cool air is sweeter
and midnight oil burns so much cleaner

My Favorite Part of Christmas

I've always loved this time of year
The whole wide world is filled with cheer
But of all these memories I can recall

Deep in your head
there's a voice calling you
wake up! death is knocking...
eyes wide open
don't be afraid

Break, all these chains
the damned box is