paroles de chanson Air It Out (Freestyle) - R-Mello

These days are flying by, I'm waving hi and bye
To my foes I left on a clothesline, homie they high and dry
This type of freedom make an American idolize
I'm going to Hollywood, hitting notes like a study guide
We can be novelties regardless if it's fact or fiction
I tried to paint a picture perfect life they told me that's a bad depiction
I shout it out, no doubt they had to listen
The irony, I'm allergic to making rash decisions
My life's a flick and I'm fixin' to go and cast a vixen
She got my back like a chiropractor with crack addiction
Behind the bars you can barely see me like I'm wearing a mask in prison
Aint in my bracket, you NIT, I'm March Madness with it
I bring the pressure when I'm so trapped
My hat is missing, now I'm coming off the top and yelling "no cap"
My drive is crazy, I could use a road map
My drive is crazy like Tiger right off the bat when that hoe snapped
My girl is looking like a whole snack, you know dat
'Cause she'll be counting down the days 'til Thursday then she'll throwback
Homies want my lane and my lines, had to tow that
Then off ya, then write a rap on your toe tag
And now you're dead to me, I tell ya I've been honing my craft
Since I was in the art class, you elementary
Now I pull the weight and they reppin' me, that's a hard pass
You just want my bright future, you don't want my dark past

I'm going back in
I'm back to business like professors after summer break
I'm swimming out of the deepest waters, you treading like you run in place
But I've been shallow way before Callaway could even undertake
The rawest one to date
And this my moment of clarity
God is apparently at my side always there with me
My mind in the gutter but I pray that he's sparing me
I squash 'em no butternut, I bare 'em just barely
I'm talking like therapy, I'm talking like I wanna give it up like it's charity
You talking but you talking the broad way, no Carolee
On the green like a pair of cleats, I'm hearing the parakeets
Repeat after me
These haters never wanna hear that you're high up
They just wanna hear you so low like Justin Timberlake
But if you're in sync, they'll come and knock you out of it
They've been a fake, counterfeit, man they love the sound of it
like silverware on dinner plates
Yea we eatin' good
Bars epileptic, they shake the game, and they changing like the season should
Did you get it?
My engine roaring from beneath the hood
Foot on the gas, ready to leave for good

Woo!
Stop playing wit' me!
Stop playing wit' me!

I'm the new show in town, and I don't need no theme song
Hop up in the ghost ridin' round, I'll pull up then I'll be gone
They wanna know my whereabouts, GPS it right to me dawg
And watch how I air it out, watch how I air it out!