Artist: Dan-e-o Album: Inevitable Song: Fresh Air Typed by: @Daneo10 INTRO: Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... VERSE ONE: If you really don't stop with your ways That scathe the soul (yeah, yeah) Then my feelings gon' drop, I'm amazed I've stayed controlled (yeah, yeah) You're pushing all my buttons it's alarming No cushion for the fussin' that's common I'm trying to extinguish this fire But I need to come up for fresh air (air) Things have gotten psychotic, crazy rotten and toxic How'd we go from clearly clairvoyant to nearly neurotic? Every topic a conflict, the opposite of melodic Misunderstood like those who are good and also Islamic Rare like a seeing a comet that when together we've bonded This error has made our era erratic, not erotic It's as if our problems are a sabotage you've plotted Every time you bring 'em up like vomit CHORUS: You gotta own it, you gotta want it You gotta fight like you're playing for keeps You gotta earn it, you gonna burn it Spending your nights steady on the creep You gotta own it, you gotta want it You gotta fight like you're playing for keeps You gotta prove it, you gonna lose it So you better take it back if you wanna get it back from me VERSE TWO: If you really don't let all the heat And the drama go (yeah, yeah) Then I mean it, I'll jet, I won't help Keep this climate cold (yeah, yeah) Can you kills your crazy ways for a moment? Or is every rainy day just an omen? I'm trying to survive this drowning But I need to come up for fresh air (air) Stress in my system heightened, ball up my fists & hide 'em We both so tired and sick of being so sick and tired Is it 'cause you missing diamonds that's got all your fits inspired? You ain't no rapper, but every word that you spit is fire Venomous verbal tyrant, a “180”, you've defined it It seems you've turned this relationship into grits, you've fried it Driven past crazy, hell's the destiny decided We tried, but together we stand divided CHORUS: You gotta own it, you gotta want it You gotta fight like you're playing for keeps You gotta earn it, you gonna burn it Spending your nights steady on the creep You gotta own it, you gotta want it You gotta fight like you're playing for keeps You gotta prove it, you gonna lose it So you better take it back if you wanna get it back from me OUTRO: Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah... Yeah, yeah...