Lyrics:
One of these days
When my feet are on the ground
I'm gonna look around and see
See what's right, see what's there
And breathe fresh air
shot, codeine, no chase
Don't let y'all cheese go to waste
I'm a need fresh air
When I need fresh air
I need to get out of my home
It's been too
Had to take a breath of fresh air
Murda, Guwop
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Only two choices you got, dead or in prison (huh)
That's
but you're the real thing
Breath of fresh air through smoke rings
Take the glory, give everything
Promise to be dazzling"
"You look like Stevie
Something in the air
Is telling me to go there
So I'll follow my nose
Go wherever it goes
It's calling from around the corner
Waiting just
pace, city pace
I gotta go out where the air is fresh and clear
On a sunny day, sunny day
And I got to find
A hideway, yeah yeah
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air
Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air
Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air
God damn, God damn, God damn
Smack it, smack it in the air
I know you care
Smack it, smack it
Smack it, smack it in the air
Smack it, smack it
And the people there treated me good
But my luck run bad in Nashville
I had to walked the streets of Hollywood
Big bayou where did you go
To the river
peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
Love, soft as an easy chair
Love, fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the April
on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
drinking their wine
He wore a scarlet tunic
A blue green hood
It looked quite good
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last
Wining,
Love, soft as an easy chair
Love, fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you
Like a rose under the April
My house big as a castle, like a king, I should be greeted (it's Gucci)
A snitch gon' be a snitch, and like a rat, they should be treated (rule)
We,
I think I need some fresh air (fresh air, fresh air)
Feeling under pressure (pressure, pressure)
Don't wanna talk about it ('bout it, 'bout it)
That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun,
n' serene air doppo na storm!
Pe' ll' fresh air seems na festivity already...
That beautiful thing na
motherfucker
Ah, oh
Please, please, please (ah, ah, ah)
Well, I have a fun idea, babe (uh-huh), maybe just stay inside
I know you're craving some fresh
got to turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat,
got to turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat, take on that fresh air
Turn on the heat,
Or work with their parents
But thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through
smile
Brightening up the morning sky
From my bed I can hear the world outside
I get up, throw my window open wide
Take a breath of fresh air
Take
Traces of you
Linger like a tear drop
Fresh upon the air (my heart sings)
For you
Play me like a rain cloud
Sounds upon the air
Traces of you
to kick it like the captain of a soccer team
Billie Jean red leather same color Red Lobster
And she brain wash ya, head doctor
I'm be fresh as hell if
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