Rich Brian

She


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Lyrics from Live Performance

She is the air that I breathe in
She gives the star a whole meaning
My, baby, baby, her favorite color, ah
She is the air that I breathe in

Aye, you can never fuck my girl 'cause if you did she wasn't mine
Does she really see me in my soul, or is it dollar signs?
Either way she gripped upon this pole on sixty-five
It's cold, I'm tryna better my self control
And if you see me out with a girl
Please ask for a picture 'cause they love seeing that shit
Although they never admit and then she might let me hit
And then she might let me fix, all of her issues
But certain situations you got to do alone
My therapist just quit his job, I only got my songs
He said, I got a tendency for saving all these ho's
I didn't like what he just said, I'm tryna prove 'em wrong
But all my past girlfriends come from a broken home

She is the air that I breathe in
She gives the star a whole meaning
My, baby, baby, her favorite color, ah
She gives me all that I needed

Damn, how you go and fuck up a good thing?
You question every move she make, no matter what proof brings
Fancy gassing up yourself like, "As you should king"
I ain't even paint the whole picture
I got a history of fumblin' bitches
Man, I should just be humbling bitches
Sense of humor always peaking my interest, she was a pro at that
Hard work had made me go harder, man, she ain't hold me back
Some of yall got ho's in that bag, but then they only that
I can't even get in my roof lord
Would've worked a nine-to-five just walked in the shoes more
Pussy been the number one thing in my food source
But we ain't touching, unless you use her as a mood board
Forget about it

She is the air that I breathe in
She gives the star a whole meaning
My, baby, baby, her favorite color, ah
She gives me all that I needed