Lyrics:
canes
Sitting on top of a dried up JC Penney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slipping and sliding in
Who been sucking cock
Just to go and make a flop
Stop
All the nameless trash talk
Shake arenas cash stock
Up in Venus i've lost
More than what my fame
me down through any weather
Make me feel like we supposed to be together
We posted to be in love
But when we separated damn we do whatever
Why the fuck
'Cuz I don't need the air supply I don't wanna breathe on this Earth
So you can put me in a hearse and drive my ass to the dirt
Fuck 'em
I promise I'm
Wood on the beat
Yeah
Throwin' money in the air like I just don't really care
I hate they raffling the Jordans, I just lost the last pair
Man
on my luck I
Been up with the moon
I been up in my room like a fucking recluse
(But) Cannot complain (love)
Cannot contain (hate)
Can not explain (hey)
their little rumble and chitchat
Plus she doesn't think I can change
I said look me right in the face
And tell me that you really doubt me
Your love
The deathclock is ticking
And I'm breathing thin air
I was blinded by the light of idolized despair
The endless lies supply a deadly truth
That can
of fresh air the woman's in command
Pussy sweet Supply and Demand
See females like we, we love to put it down (Put it down baby)
And when walled up
the thrill, yeah we love to get high
I know the air's cold outside, but you can't forever hide
It's time to let go
Yeah I was so lost
Didn't know who to trust
back
And they know I got they back
You hatin, surprise surprise
More love, supply supply
Been patient since i was five
Seen it all by 25
Bruced it 10,000
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the face of love lost
The night hangs since low
Haunted by the many faces of man
Swept up in the hollow air
Haunted by
bringing life to the planet earth
Now you see why I milk it for what's it's worth
You can tell by my endurance I ran it up
Lost a bit, I locked in and ran up
winner's smile
And you know how to leave 'em moist
We can never know the hands we're in, until we feel them grip
Choking off our air supply but I don't
the moon
I been up in my room like a fucking recluse
But i can not complain love
Cannot contain hate i
Can not explain hey i am not no saint
Just a man so
had love my slum,
I'm addicted to these streets like a mum is to her kids
So all my people in the slum put your hands up (brap)
See, never used to come
at ease every time someone supplies her
She'll make you feel like you're special
With love bombs then she's on to the next
Read the 48 laws and studied your
us
So I walked around and I walked away
Well, I think about you every day
Well, I love you more than this one
I'm sick of spendin' it all up in air
a line try suicide end your life
Tie a rope around your neck cut off your air supply
They giving verbal man it is so asinine
They still deny I'm
York City
It's a special love affair
And there's magic in the air
You gotta shake me down
Bring me 'round to my senses
'Til I'm lost and found
I got no fucks on charity
I swear to God I'll hang it up right now
If by 2 more vowels you don't swear by me
Turn your faith in 2 seconds
Walk up
a minute now
Got me out my mind tonight
Lifted off of your supply
Never thought it take me by surprise, yea
Cumulated in my feels I’m blind
Got my wasted
and later
Wishing for a vindicator
Love me now, hate me later
Bet the shawties call me Darth Vader in the streets
New nigga tryna find love like Anita Baker
The day evades our inspection and slouches along
Unstirred by plans and ambitions of ours
We take up space in its supply of hours
The day's not troubled by
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