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E Type Far Up In The Air

'll find Somewhere I can be myself once again Whenever I am far up in the air No one knows where I am Where I'm going So far up in the air Trying to

don't know nothin 'bout jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type

Hey what's up, E Ah, I can't call it just chill like an alcoholic It's like that huh, yeah Hey what's up with lil' baby you had last night yo Ah she was

are going to translate: "This is my left hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e' la mia mano sinistra." And now: "This is my right hand." Repeat after me: "Questa e

keep it basic like breakfast So taste it, the vitamins are subtle So tighten up or Slug'll, even try to decipher the puzzle But shut up though (Fuck that

-E-Y Anything I S-E-E, I B-U-Y Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall Watch me ball

jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type

Put your hands up now [hands inna the air in the air] My brother Make you stand up now [hand inna the air in the air] My sister Everything done change oh E

jumpin out splittin homeboy head But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead I can't even think, who 'gon want him dead Have no idea what type