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 fuck my girl 'cause if you did she wasn't 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, 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'd never admit And then she might let me hit And then she might let me fix All of her 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 whores I didn't like what he just said, I'm 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 Man How you go and fuck up a good thing? You question every move she make no matter what proof brings Friends are gassin' up your side like (yeah, as you should, king) I ain't even paint the whole picture I got a history of fumblin' bitches Man, I should just be humblin' bitches Sense of humor always piquin' my interest She was a pro at that Hardworking made me go harder, man She ain't hold me back Some of y'all got whores and they bad but then they only that I can't even get in my groove, Lord Would'a worked it out if I just walked in her shoes more Pussy been the number one thing in my food source But we ain't touchin' 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