In The Air

[Verse 1] Floatin’ in the sky, giving angels high fives Doing this since pterodactyls used to fly by None of these T-Rexes can reach me Being the best I can, so I gotta be me Nobody compares, so they tryna impeach me This real shit, I bet Ripley would believe me On a higher level, your pineal can’t see me Tryna get where the grass is greener than the weed be Where all the fixtures chrome in the office And rolling with fire foxes in the phantom of the opera Where our enemies backstroke with the lobsters And bring out redundance in every copper My style ain’t plain, I hit the beat with a chopper Me, myself and I, nobody can stop us Gotta be careful when chasing a dream Cause the last time it was real, you had to be asleep [Hook] If you drinkin’, put your drink up in the air If you smokin’, put your smoke up in the air If you feel this, put your hands up in the air If you feel this, put your hands up in the air Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the air Yeah, yeah, yeah, in the air When I’m gone, you can find me in the air When I’m gone, you can find me in the air [Verse 2] Not stylish, but damn I be fly A lotta good girls, somebody bring them some Spanish flies So now let’s get the party started Bring some more pink so they can light up the garden I just kick back, there drugs ain’t what I’m on to Got them on their knees, I guess they must be martyrs But I ain’t their religion but I might be their addiction And they need to get their fix in, so I gotta fix ‘em Tryna get my fix from 2 broke girls And if we got chemistry, I’ll make their toes curl And flip ‘em upside down, spinning like a tilt a whirl But get it straight, I’m ahead of the curve So let me go on to this quatrain Keepin’ it 500 like I’m rolling in a Mustang I produced this beat, so it must bang Bitches uptight but I’ma let my nuts hang [Hook] [Verse 3] So now everybody getting lifted Yeah I’m in the present, and I’m so gifted Kill Santa Claus, I wanna make everyday Christmas Cause I got all the naughty girls on my wish list Burning up Christmas trees and mistletoe Call these hoes Rudolph, noses red from the snow So when it rains, dear, you don’t need an umbrella Cause I could take you where the space is interstellar In the air, on the edge of space These are the days of our lives, the end of days Everybody too high to even notice it We don’t save the trees, everybody rollin’ it Getting high but I won’t ever judge ‘em Cause nobody’s direction is perfect on their moral compass So I’m going in the air When it’s all over, I hope I see you there [Hook]