Lletres:
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

in twenty minutes girl say my name, say my name wear it out, its getting hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a mighty long day soon as you go the text that I

ridin' slab I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad I?ma

shell as far as I can tell So I paint my eyes a light green The silver beams are twirling and swirling Throughout your dreams Like air traffic streams

rat that ride like the bride of Chuckey Walk through my hood, your ?drools? is screamed: "Thug me" My revolver to reload like the Scussy, doc The bigfoot out for the squosh Shell shocked like I

type of tic Lunatic, that's what I am that's what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am It's dem boys on dem porches in air

know na na rock that shit, parada that shit And scotch that shit, dolce gabba that shit Hollow points, top that shit, fuck you tryin' to aim Pop that

, hope that wasn't one of them camera joints Traffic eyes in the sky I'm kind of high What you done twisted I'm used to that killer shit So I maintain

disguise My music, I parenthesize, represent the wise Do this, be how we enterprise, kid, no compromise I'm thinkin' fast like drama, dyin', I wear your mind away like Alzheimer I