Lyrics:
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
Like a little malignant pig farm killer viscous crawling through hospital air ducts no one suspects a thing kid
This infant to cut your oxygen supply
brunt, job done
Can't stop the shine, stop trying
You in the air, up there, better stop flying
Can't stop lying than better you stop liming
Before my
with"
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
people brought down by the need to be beat
In a bid to be rid of the stench of defeat
There'll be a hundred dead kids in every block
A hundred blind pigs
still want to know when the album coming out
Ask the teenagers, OG's and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don't
Digital Album
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Compact Disc with 2 panel insert. All artwork by Fleeting Joys.
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She's my butterfly
Makes me feel so high
I know I don't show it
But you are my air supply
Without it, I'd just suffocate
I used to be lonely
But you
don't cry
You won't even miss the air supply
You can sail the ocean blue my kangaroo
My kangaroo
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
Wastelands from the days before
Corpses of the slain at every glance
When will this madness end
The most fearful arenas of war
Supplies are running out
wanna diss you anymore, this really got me second guessing
"Touch My Body" by Mariah Carey play, you probably start reflectin'
I never been with no one
And bro, I'm like so, I'm so like, I'm so like
Lookin' forward to your album
I'm so, cause I sow how hard you worked for this album
I'm like so,
So excited
Get down, gonna lead you by the hand
All around the streets of Rackrentland
Where housing supply can't meet demand
And the landlords have complete
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
tryna see light at the end of the tunnel See more life in this concrete Jungle
Before you cut my supply
I'm tryna leave something
For my family
Something
the Byrds and more)
Guy Allison/Keys (Doobie Brothers, Moody Blues, Air Supply)
Kyle Appleton/Guitar (accompanied Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dwight
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
mercilessly
Oh, you think it's all supply and demand
Well here comes the invisible hand
All that is solid melts into air
Hypernormalized, but I don't care
If
to a little playlist I made
With Maroon 5 and Air Supply
And don’t forget Barry White
That sounds like me lovin' on you to
A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC
here with you)
And I can't see my album sales
When I'm breathing in this foggy air
I love being here with you (I love being here with you)
I can not
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