Curren$y – Airborne Aquarium Lyrics

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Haha, yeauh
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool
Turn it up some
Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life

Yeauh, eauh

[Verse:]
I’m getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it
When they get out I’ll bring them ’round some bitches

Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture
Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes

But she already know before she touch my Chevy door
Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows

No square shall enter in the circle of winners
Know I’m prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through
Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues
Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru
But look what it came to, something that amazes you
Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you

Baby blue sole. These white 11, ’96
No retro card came with this

Same year, my Impala with the floor shift
4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured

Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers
Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over
Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder
No care, over here, so we put it in the air
Walking ’round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere

That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table
We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good
If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it

Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list
In these bars, I granted its deathwish

Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch
Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai

Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride
’87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it

Put ‘em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin’ from the pump
That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed

Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last
Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don’t check bags
I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past

Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass
Mimosa,
Testarossa program, Countach curriculum
Doors open like a pendulum swinging

Rock in my Jetset Emblem
Foolish to serve like Wimbledon, Interior cinnamon
The car that I’m sittin’ in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin
Just kiddin, not pillin’, just element twistin’
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin
Not pillin’, just element twistin’
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin
From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin

Yeauhh

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