Deacon the Villain - The Park (Fresh Air) lyrics

[Verse 1: Natti] The park bout to pop like fish grease Full to the gills like a hooked up six piece With a biscuit, on the spot like a fresh toupee For sunshine on a fresh blue day Gents breaking out they fresh new jays to match hats Ladies with their best doo laid and relaxed Like, the children skippin rope, double dutch chantin Miss Mary Mack dressed in black, hands clappin Sweet Cadillacs with their backs sub slappin Puppy love couples cuddled with their clothes matchin Cops pa**in, hara** and tail ya Sometimes pull ya a** over just to tell ya [Verse 2: Deacon] Our failures, amongst the rose and azalea Y'all congregating like Martin King in Selma Just trying to have a good time like James or Thelma My cousin bangin 'Pac, my mama singin Mahalia Feels good today, all the hood's dismay Is outshined by what coming together could equate Through my locs, see my Kynfolk that stood with me Dayton's spokes, crown on leather and wood display My queens dressed for impression, that's God sendin blessin Hot like the West End, Icebox on the FM We need this, more than Playboy needs Hef and More than your lungs need breaths of [Hook: Chizuko Yoshihiro] Fresh air, what a day at the park Fresh air, what a day at the park Fresh air [Verse 3: Deacon] Yo, it's getting cool but the coal's still red Stripes and Patron on chill, my folks all fed Ladies, what it do? Fellas, what it is? Oughta have a blue carpet for the A's on the list Got the bootleggers tryin to appraise me some sh** Like twenty dollars can put sunrays on my wrist And fa sho', as hot sauce stays on my fish On the ladies, playas gamin like live on 'em DJ on the mic got the slide goin Soul Train line moves like The Glide throwin On the slow songs, grind, put pine in the ozone Find something fine to poke on [Verse 4: Natti] As the sun puts locs on, light is no mystery Hickory smokes gone off the rotisserie Physically grabbin all off in my nose cavity Tiffany strut as her booty oppose gravity How do I get her without her cold slappin me? Have to be late in the park parkin lot Where trunks knock a lot and weed spark a lot In humidity scorchin hot, will beef cook or rot? Summer breeze in need like Benji's and Jackson's Instead pennies are stackin, coppers reactin To how peoples relaxin in orderly fashion If you holdin the rock, then you ought to be pa**in Cause they ain't playin, got a cell you can stay in Can this night go off right? I'm prayin Please Lord, hear these words that I'm sayin On this day can Angels party without Satan