Lyrics:
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
I was dragged out by the shore man,
A very poor man,
A very nice man,
A family man.
My lover drifted down the river,
Below the dark water,
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
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
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
enough of her
You go by land, you go by air
You go by sea, hell I don't care
You can go any way you choose
Wearing out the soles of your traveling
Rocketship shawty (yeah)
Don't you hesitate to light it up lil' mama
Whoa-oh
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (whoa-whoa)
Girl, I love it when you roll me
sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in
nothing wrong with the way she moves
All scarlet begonias and a touch of the blues
And there ain't nothin' wrong with the love that's in her eyes
I had
Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
So hard to breathe this air that we call love,
Ain't nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love,
When you get hurt by the one you living for,
the air
Steppin' out on nothin' and findin' somethin' there
Tellin' the doubt to wait, wait, wait, wait
I'm takin' a step of faith
It turns me out
I was bored and out of tears
Then I saw you washed up on the shore
I offered you my coat
Thank Goddess love can float
Crazy how that shipwreck
look all around and see trends
the media is blinding us again
supply and demand
Written by: Kristion Jones and Wes Mitchell
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
cried
Ooh
Bible never told you 'bout the beast
God, you took the soul out him
We love the sun by the coast, by the east
Swear to God, your heart
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Though confident they keep it kept, we know for fact
They lie like ghettos form, 'cause people lack
To see that they must all get out the ghetto hold
summer
Shining sun, yup I mean summer
I want Summer, I love summer
Dog days, its my kind of summer
I love summer, I love summer
Infinite supply of summer
I was bored and out of tears
Then I saw you washed up on the shore
I offered you my coat
Thank Goddess love can float
Crazy how that shipwreck
and every time
(Whattup nigga?) Yeah whattup nigga?
(Y'all niggaz chillin?) The Sun don't chill nigga
[Buckshot] Hate y'all little niggaz
to lead you
It's like fire and water every time
Burned out the flame but
Smoke hits our eyes
I can't see for air with
Love that's hard to find
Love is hard
Hey there sweet thing check out the scene
The makers of taste are all peachy and keen
The pace is of summer and the height is a climb
Now is
the full ten baby all of the way
You will never be south central LA
Got your Air Force Ones and
Your Sean John jeans
Way too big hanging down to your knee's
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