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Air Traffic I Can T Understand

I know it's true So I cut my hands and I close my eyes So I can feel it too Cos I can't understand what's going on I can't understand what's going

air. I'm tired in a way that I can't explain, can't remember the last time I felt the rain, I write in the dark because I don't need to see, I'm not

together to build There's a sick little crack in this foundation still. Humans! I can't accept them. Trying to understand them And what fuels them and their essence. I

seen it all There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things N if it wasn't for the way I

, can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill 'Cause I'm just coolin' at the spot Ain

nights thought I heard Niggas coming thought I saw the cop lights but I was dreaming, then I woke, the junkies was still feenin N I had coke so I had

was a hoover crip First day i got signed I had to prove i spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (son you can sing) Told to Jay and Doc Dre. I could finally

can I be for real? It's Strong Arm and Jelly Roll, cool for real Yeah motherfucker, why don't you just chill Cause I'm just coolin at the spot Ain't much

And an empty can I ain't got no loochie loochie And yall don't understand I'm just a simple man Doin' the best I can without no loochie I'm feelin' that