Music: Kurtis Wells/Brian Imanuel
She is the air that I breathe
She gives the story a meaning
My baby baby
My favorite girl
She is the air that I breathe
You could never **** my girl 'cause if you did she wasnât mine
Did she really see me and my soul or is it dollar signs
Either way she gripped up on this pole AC on 65 itâs cold
Iâm tryna better my self control
And if you see me out with a girl
Please ask for a picture
âCause they love seeing that ****
Although theyâd never admit
And then she might let me hit
And then she might let me fix
All of her of issues
But certain situations you gotta do alone
My therapist just quit his job I only got my songs
He said I got a tendency for saving all these ****
I didnât like what he just said Iâm tryna prove him wrong
But all my past girlfriends come from a broken home
She is the air that I breathe
She gives the story a meaning
My baby baby
My favorite girl
She gives me all that I need
Maaan
How you go and **** up a good thing?
You question every move she make no matter what proof brings
Friends are gassinâ up your side like as you should king
I ainât even paint the whole picture
I got a history of fumblinâ *******
Man I should just be humblinâ *******
Sense of humor always piquinâ my interest
She was a pro at that
Hardworking made me go harder man she ainât hold me back
Some of yâall got **** and they bad but then they only that
I canât even get in my groove Lord
Wouldâa worked it out if I just walked in her shoes more
***** been the number one thing in my food source
But we ainât touchinâ unless you use my heart as a moodboard (forget about it)
She is the air that I breathe
She gives the story a meaning
My baby baby
My favorite girl
She gives me all that I need