[Intro: Puppetflip]
I’m the one, yeah
I’m the one, I’m the one, yeah
I’m the one, I’m the one, yeah
I’m the one, I’m the one, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Puppetflip]
I’m the one, I’m the type to get shit colder in Minnesota (skrrt-skrrt!)
R.I.P. that boy, just ‘cause that boy could not even meet the quota (yeah)
Say, I feel pretty chill, yet all these hoes be duckin’ around in Iowa (they be duckin' and duckin')
I ain’t got passport, but I can fly anytime that I want, bitch, I’m a floater
[Chorus: Puppetflip]
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? I’ma write what I want
This my story, never change it, don’t you dare, bitch (nah-nah-nah)
I’ma do what I want, I don’t care
Not a fuck, this gon be my year
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? I’ma write what I want
This my story, never change it, don’t you dare, bitch (not a single chance)
I’ma do what I want, I don’t care
Not a fuck, this gon be my year, yeah
[Verse 1: Puppetflip]
Go and leave my side, lil’ bitch
Far away to the sea, yeah, this shit’s gettin’ dark
I wish you never come back
Go ahead and just sail to this journey you tryna embark
All the shit that we’ve done, it’s been a walk in the park
I know my old shit’s always gonna stay on that mark
This the new era, bitch, this my brand new arc
Go ahead, make a diss, I ain’t tryna hear you snark
This ain’t my last five, I do got more in my mind
Last EP went shit, but this shit’ll be divine
Do I really give a fuck ‘bout the past? Bitch, I’m fine
Let them argue all they want and I’ma keep what’s mine
You a fool, I’ma do you all dirty like Frieza
That’s the last thing you’ll ever see to me, yeah
Really don’t care, I really don’t need ya
Let me know if you ever wanna talk shit
Bitches lie everyday, yeah, this shit ain’t a secret
Got somethin’ new, but it’ll always be a weak fit
Yeah, you ain’t got style, lil’ bitch, I bet it
Saying right now, no regrets
Motherfuck your hoe, motherfuck your bitch
Y’all gon’ think you slick, sendin’ all that shit (yeah, yeah)
Don’t go act so tough, y’all don’t got them sticks (yeah)
But I know some things with some really cool tricks
[Chorus: Puppetflip]
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? I’ma write what I want
This my story, never change it, don’t you dare, bitch (nah-nah-nah)
I’ma do what I want, I don’t care
Not a fuck, this gon be my year
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel the air? I’ma write what I want
This my story, never change it, don’t you dare, bitch (not a single chance)
I’ma do what I want, I don’t care
Not a fuck, this gon be my year, yeah
[Verse 2: NAZVNA]
Uh, I can't trust a bitch, I don't trust my homies
I might blow it, why this pussy tryna push up on me?
Uh, Omi said, "fuck a r10t", bitch, let's cause some fucking havoc
Uh, claim you been the one, lil' bitch, we know you fucking haven't
Tell me why a grown ass man worried 'bout me?
Running out of time, when I kill him, do it loudly
I'ma hunt him down like I'm picking up a bounty
Pussy better t-up, what the fuck you know about me?
I been getting money for a minute, no, I can't lie
Talking to a screen, he believin' that he can't die
I'ma up the pole, show a pussy that he can fly
Claimin' that he fucked my girl, that's a damn lie
[Interlude: NAZVNA & Puppetflip]
Yeah, they felt the aura like 16 bars ago
I’m the one, I’m the one, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Puppetflip]
I’m the one, I’m the type to get shit colder in Minnesota (skrrt-skrrt!)
R.I.P. that boy, just ‘cause that boy could not even meet the quota (yeah)
Say, I feel pretty chill, yet all these hoes be duckin’ around in Iowa (they be duckin' and duckin')
I ain’t got passport, but I can fly anytime that I want, bitch, I’m a floater
[Chorus: Puppetflip]
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it? Yeah)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it? Yeah)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it? Yeah)
Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel the air? (Can you feel it? Yeah, lil' bitch)
