about now, yeah The dance floor is packed and all that Everything lookin' glory, I see asses I see glasses in the air, yo, put your hands in the air
year, eating like a baby in a high chair Fly gear, versace eye wear, we the pioneers I fuck bitches sipping on dry beer Only rock Timbs and Air Forces
of Hearts. The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair. There's something funny going on, I know, I can just feel it in the air. He went
A five fo' a three two here comes the one A new year has begun, P-Funk spark another one.. [Chorus] [Peaches] Here's a little somethin for the players
all a knotted mess of automo-somethings, just anything to fill up these streets service please! services cease long lines lead to nowhere, as smog fills the air
it's the one that hit you with the WHOO YEAH Used to make it so hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too
him of just before he was born Remind him of just before he was breathing Strange misty visions of God Turn the cities into families Into villages of souls Hovering in the air
dog-breath in the tattoo bar Says something in a language that I don't uderstand. The street stinks of piss and dead fish. Jump a garden wall, landing on the slimy grass, Air
talking] Yup This is for all of the consors of fine rhyme you know? I dug deep in the cellars of my mind for this I love y'all niggaz I just wanna air
. Troway! So make you throw me your body, let me feel it. Throw ya heads up in the air. In the air (x4). Troway some money in the air. In the air
Verse] And God said Let us make man in our image According to our likeness Let them have dominion over the fish Of the sea Over the birds of the air
: And God said Let us make man in our image According to our likeness Let them have dominion over the fish Of the sea Over the birds of the air Over
the bass thumping but I'm bound to bump into something Kids are flying through the air looking like they krumping The way they tumbling, I gotta do something
fresh as Air Forces Doing bout a hundred but the track still bumping Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton" Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
Jerkin knees, workin these cute bad bitches I think they bent their knees, we gon' get them for their cheese Break it down, spread it round, five pound Put it in the air
Transcendental Studies: A Trilogy on 2009] Angels go - we merely stray, image of a wandering deity, searching for wells or for work. They scale rungs of air
the end of the path I found our sign yes the place first time that we stared the stars I saw the dim light in your eyes everything same cool air smile