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letra de air - felukah

what became of the water
don’t bother me none
blessed be the daughter
my dreams on the run

i may sometimes still taste
the same air
in my mouth (when you’re around)
like the zikra sickly sweet
and it k!lls me, it k!lls me
ironic though it seems
i can’t breathe
with all of this air (you’re unaware)
all of this openness
left between the both of us, yeah

there’s something in the air
im aware of it
i been prepared for it
howa 7ad 3aref yetnafes haga gheir cag-yer fel baladi?

listen little bisilla baby
know you have it in ya
don’t be riding with no homies
if they don’t get the full picture
i been trusting on this vision
like my sitto that done took a flight to heaven
know she listenin’ (i know she listenin’)
i’mma flex it for family
in cairo livin happy
catch me acting sassy like i took my cousins clothes
and proudly
my saudi women
been through to morocco, man—historic living
i can’t wait for you
i’m headed to kuwait it’s true
feel like jordan know what’s cool
i know they want me in beirut
ba2olek eh
matsastemeeni yasmek eh
3ayza ageelek neshrab shai
fi sh2etek aw 3ala el stage yeah

i might have to flex tho
know like it real slow
let your mind get jazzy
if you dreaming better lay low
love me when i say so
call me when you so gone
floating river boating
baby stay gold

bet i’m blooming baby stay gold
f— a silver lining
stay gold
3eib keda 3eib keda 3eib keda 3eib
the air between us stays how it used to
oxygen meen 3ayza aubergine
lukah on the scene, yeah yeah yeah

say you could amp up a feeling
blow it up like f—ing helium
balloons is always truest to the kind of high
i’m dealin’ in
i’m feelin’ it
roc-a-fella, fugees, get a feel for that
plus on i’m on that path
you call it breathing i call it rap
raggedy ann don’t understand how i post up
ain’t get dolled up just for you to call up
psych, my flow bump
the beat glide
take it back to rivers where my crew ride
cause if were talking magnitude (i’m writing this for you guys)

i may sometimes still taste
the same air
in my mouth (when you’re around)
like the zikra sickly sweet
and it k!lls me, it k!lls me
ironic though it seems
i can’t breathe
with all of this air (you’re unaware)
all of this openness
left between the both of us, yeah

- felukah

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