E-Mann - Fresh Air

She's like a fresh flower in the garden Excuse my steps, I pardon
I'll go through pain just to get to that little heart you guarding
Couple more steps, I'm marching you Gina, I'll be Martin
Pass me the rock soon as he step back, shoot my shot like Harden
Be by your side regardless I promise I'm not heartless
Why ride with him if you gon' end up right back where you started
Ride with me, you'll get the farthest
Driver seat she let me park it Outer space, she my lil' Martian
Aim it, then I hit the target Fresh batch of cookies on a baker's plate
Outside my mind, a be a great escape My heart boomin' like 808
Cruisin' on that interstate Like the fresh air, she make it ventilate
No deck of cards, but she my ace
Said we got money trees, money trees growing ' all around
Said we got money trees, money trees growing' all around
Said she want money trees, money trees growing' all around her
man, wtf am I talkin' about
Check, she make it stretch and bend No, Lord, I can't pretend
Like I'm not one to sin Greatness, you witnessing
Think I'm done with the friends I'd rather make amends
Or go and blow a ten I'm tryna touch her skin
42 or the hen Don Julio or the gen
Straight to the head, make it spin And fuck them other men

Written by:
Jacob Cox

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