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Strut their stuff

Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think

Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn
Like an old coat that's tattered and torn
Left on the wide world to fret and mourn
Betrayed by a maid in her

The clothes are a trick but the eyes are a treat
Halloweening I'm screaming
But up in the pics I'm cheesing 
Take hits from the spliff I'm creasing 
No air

air in bora bora I breathe in
Pardon my imagination
But I can't pretend
Tracks leaking
I need Ms

be home late
He's meeting the boys from work for drinks at eight
In the bedroom, perfume I never wear
Lingers like a specter in the air
What are you so

has a chance to move
Catches him by the neck the end of the rope
Of which the PHANTOM has let go
Remains magically suspended in mid-air)

Order your

Living absolutely happy

Like I’ll be a chocolate truffle 

(In the Air)

Nervous Systems in our veins

Running with higher punches

Feeling a pain

you
I get carried away 
In the wake of the naked you 
Now I'm setting off by northeast learning object permanence of down 

I am not American, but

a millionaire
Why is life not as simple as woohooing
With hearts in the air
I'm not real, get me out of this game
Don't wanna pay bills from this dodge mailbox

got your ticket, there's no one by your side
(Ooh) Do you feel it in the air?
Or just don't care?
About everything that came before
So (Bring it

Mmm... reality blurs like a haze
Dreams and hopes in a gentle maze

Woke up this morning, you weren't there
I hope it's just a dream, this empty air

Monitored Millions

Wiz Khalifa

Fly Times, Vol. 1: The Good Fly Young

2019

be stackin' dollar bills
Gotta look out for my team in the field
Gotta stay fresh like my ideas
Gotta keep old cars, switching gears
Gotta spit

[Verse 3]
Ridin' on Air Force, with a burger in hand,
Puttin' out fires just by makin' demands.
Takin' meetings in rooms lined with glitter and gold,

Call Ticketron

Run the Jewels

Run the Jewels 3

2017

ain't all it's cracked up to be
The hover craft's cool but the air's so putrid

You can tell by the stench in the air
Blood's on the ground,

[Verse 3]
Ridin' on Air Force, with a burger in hand,
Puttin' out fires just by makin' demands.
Takin' meetings in rooms lined with glitter and gold,

billowing black smoke
Mortuaries packed with mourners
Ghettos descending in darkness
Justice cowering in the corner
Another town hall meeting, Lord
Weary eyes

Where she was met by red and blue lights
cnd still cops rush her
With eyes owl eyes in the background 
Now he's leading her through the gaze
cnd she's

I get chills from this shit
'Bout to pay Mama's bills with this shit
Cop a crib in the hills with this shit
Now it's Saint Laurent on my bitch

paid on time life so sweet
Dancing in the street feeling the beat
Friends by my side nothing to defeat
Money in the bank life's complete

Money makes it

have affinity for my kind, have a meeting of the mind, psychologically

now we two, will never by lonely
forever true, never by phony
just me and you,

gets boring just looking
I feel like Bill Cosby pouring in the pudding
Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard tangled grammar
Interior inferior

napping, lost in a maze
I'm a grown-up now, responsibilities stack
Bills to pay, deadlines looming, can't turn back
The joystick's dusty, the console sighs

on the shelf
A faded sticker by itself
I always show up way too late
A performance missed, it's just my fate
Window rolled down as I drive
I feel the cold air

Silenced
Shut down
Decided to no longer love

Rising wall hangs in the air
Isolation
Each meeting a threat
A step back 
In disbelief of her