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Air Traffic I Like That

I Like That On The Ground, But I Like That Do You Like Awake, Thinking Of Me? Do You Like Dreaming? You Make That Sound And I Like That The Place I

on my Roly, tellin' me I'm gonna make cheese like Kobe Did what the real niggaz showed me, and shook the phonies Hooked the honies, lookin' like I got

and overload my brain I steer my thoughts right to that place That takes me far away When the traffic fills that concrete path That takes me back and forth I

and the van was roasting I could not sleep and the traffic was bad The 30 bucks couldn't buy us gas I wish I had that cash that I gave to my dad Theres

quiet in the city Like it is where I live here I look out and see all the traffic passing by The smog in the air and the lights When I die in the city That

and wrappers that they're throwing at full speed. And yes, I long for a shadow. And yes, I always appreciate the irony that the only cool comfort that

I like Denver Colorado cause it's so laid back And Chicago keeps it real I only leave Dallas when I have to, but When I do I like Tulsa, OK And I ain'

my reflection I scare souls setting off the sniffer dogs Messin up the x-ray detection I move unseen Untouchable spectre still I feel unclean Shanty towns fly by like

see me in action Heard they mac what they make in a year I pay in taxes I'ma ball like the Jackson's and I won't stop till my casket Or I hurta them bastards