Lyrics:
gentle
That I'm more than just accidental
More than just inconsequential
Burning out tonight
All I need is the air I breathe
The time we share
the heart
And the branch told me
From the burnt lacerations from the rope years later
That he struggled
His air supply cut off and so was her love
Swinging
I get love everywhere, anywhere I plan to go (Yeah)
If this is all she wrote then what I have is so special (So special)
My friends became fam they
Your love like fire
Consuming all of me (yeah)
Like many waters
Your voice comes rushing
A flood of victories (yeah)
I am loved by you God
I am not
That puzzle piece of my heart
That's not my leg. Now the headlines! The international agreement for world peace was finally signed by all countries
in my timbz
Nelly had his Air Force Ones
You know I'm sayin out in Cali we got, you know, the Cortez's and all them shits
But when I'm in NYC nigga
politics got trick up their sleeves ,/of my empty palms tree outta Miami ,blowing throughout the seven seas/iz shot flowing by the bumblebee's clean all the honey out my
love to talk so I can't get no words out
She wanna fuck and then she getting tongued down
Used to be stressed and now I'm having fun now
I'm tryna cop
[Juvenile]
I'd be a stupid motha fucka if I'm stuck in his pot
I aint waitin to see what nigga out here love me or not
I say I hate em from
all day through
close my eyes all I see is you
yes I´ll stay here beside you stay
Stay by my side you`re the air that I breath tonight
all I want is
to balance shit out
Getting by all his challenges now
Can he fly how his head in the clouds
Never dry cuz he copped him an ounce
The supply only last him
You fucking with a nigga that might choke you
Wrong hood, on the walk by you get poked too
Told you, I see shit from a different angle
I'm a lowkey,
Standin' on these niggas neck and
Cuttin' off they air supply
Got too many hundreds
Got the fifties gettin' jealous now
Trap phone jumpin', stove runnin'
Got
making this breathtaking shit out of the
shit we make. then, it ain't shit no more, all taken
and gone in us by us in charter at the nature theater
to find out about your surroundings
The people, the feeling of being alive and breathing the air
The smiles you see at that point are the ones you should
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick tock, y'all, you don't stop
A-go hotel,
throw your hands up in the air
And party harder like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a-tick tock, y'all, you don't stop
A-go hotel,
thing
Mix a H with quanna
Take him 1-2 whole days
Molly grits supply the strip
By the triple private planes
Read a book and took a nap
Enjoy
the fuck it take to get out of the snow
All these punk ma'fuckers don't know
What the fuck it take to get out of the snow
All these punk ma'fuckers don't
everything was gonna be aight
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word
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
of doing this dance
I'm running taking step by step
Not stopping 'till I'm out of breath
Losing air, can't breathe no more
Love is what I'm fighting for
I
Talk the street life, walk the street life
Love the street life, live the street life
By the street life, supply the street life
Ride and stay tight,
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