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Air lyrics

GenreHip Hop Rap
Duration3:44
Original languageEnglish
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Everybody's not alike Some got a wallet full of pride But even Ian isn't right Cuh even Peter had a price I couldn't breathe down here We make paper from the trees down here Insomnia, couldn't sleep down here Cuh everybody's tryna wake up in their dreams down here The birdies are mad for my rhyme flute Return of the mack, they like iTunes They press my buttons when they tell me iChat Cause I am Alfie to cats, got the gift of the gats, fact When I come up for air What do the people say? Yeah Boy have you heard that sound Coming out the stereos round my town? Oh yeah, boy have you heard that sound Coming out the stereos round my town? Everybody's not alike Some got a wallet full of pride But even Ian isn't right Cuh even Peter had a price A price he had, I guess unfortunate I've started to spring, I'm quite important Spend summer with me, I might leave autumn I might MC, the Pisces walked in I need precautions for Cindy Crawfords Don't need a foursome, I need divorcing Why? Cuh I'm Mr. Flirtatious Tryna put Alesha's name on my playlist This ain't like back in the day, I'm now famous Snap snap, papping away, they might chase us Yeah, and what's popping up in here? Call me Mr. Asthmatic when I'm popping up for air I couldn't breathe down here We make paper from the trees down here Insomnia, couldn't sleep down here Cuh everybody's tryna wake up in their dreams down here The birdies are mad for my rhyme flute Return of the mack, they like iTunes They press my buttons when they tell me iChat Cause I am Alfie to cats, got the gift of the gats, fact Hey boy, what's that sound coming out my stereo? Hey boy, what's that sound coming out my stereo? Can you repeat, can you repeat that song? Yeah Can you repeat, can you repeat that song? Yeah I couldn't breathe down here We make paper from the trees down here Insomnia, couldn't sleep down here Cuh everybody's tryna wake up in their dreams down here The birdies are mad for my rhyme flute Return of the mack, they like iTunes They press my buttons when they tell me iChat Cause I am Alfie to cats, got the gift of the gats, fact

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