s all the same to you We gotta get along. New possibilities, in an endless Field of dreams for sure We?re gonna get there some day.. Hey Throw your hands up in the air
Dazed and vision hazing Sedated no more struggling Ties thrown across chest and forehead forced back Towards the walls meeting in shadows air Air hanging
thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liar Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a nigga under pressure
I find my way through Another breath to breathe In this heat of the day I?m finding a way, but feeling the strain There?s a pressure in the air that
hold at feast your head And as I rest on my wounded left I'll kick you randomly in the chest And I'll show you how ribs can capture air And leave unbearable pressure
chest Wired down among the rest sick and surrounded by a granite army Now I can see you time has gone are souls are slowly fading It brings the pressure
planet Earth when I flex I inflict flesh eating acid and anthrax Trapped in those little air bubbles in my Air Macks I'm unbreakable when riding on Amtrack My flows packs more pressure
mop Rap shit is my rope, and I ain't givin' a slack Main question in the air man, who bringin' it back? Gotta' be us, honestly "In God We Trust" Apply pressure
for real It's just surreal Furina Curiosity drilled the life into the black cat Purina Shake 108-9877 Sit dependent round the shriff Like pensive spaces, arenas The air
French pedicure in the air French pedicure French pedicure in the air, it's plain to see that you like 'em there It's never too much, yearning your
drop when the sun goes down and I buy another round (Nightlife) When the girls come in pairs, pressures so thick you can feel it in the air (Nightlife
Millions I'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is
Millions i'm trying to chase illin' from out the gate Get it right my feelin's is not awake Ducatti bikes, shipped from out of state The pressure is
up make it happen, grab your piece You deceased, fuckin' with me, oh it's pure beef Tragedy, homicide, battle me out there, Nothin' in between but air
people some bad information (Hook [Juvenile]) Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be Air