In The Air
Destroy Lonely Lyrics
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Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid bitch, you don′t know me, you just know my number (yeah)
Getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (money, money)
I'm with shooters and they gunning (shooting), not in the air
Step up in this bitch, I'm fly (fly), I′m in the air, oh yeah
Rick kicks, I′m not rocking flights, nigga, yeah
She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah
I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah
Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah
Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care
I want white diamonds, ice cream, yeah, nigga, yeah
I want black diamonds, black shit, black everywhere
I got droptop bitches, droptop me anywhere
I got droptop bitches dropping tops and underwear
Yeah, I hit that bitch, and then I′m gone, nigga, out of there
I roll a blunt up of some super strong, I'm geeked up, out of here
We in the stupid whip, it′s supercharged and we just ducking 12
You know that we keep sticks in here
You know I keep some green like pears
Designer kicks, I keep a pair
Designer bitches, come in pairs
It's up, it′s stuck, it's in the air
Designer smoke fuck up the air
Oh, yeah
This shit got me psyching out, I'm going brazy
Yeah, and this bitch want me just to text her everyday
I′m tryna get rich, bitch, I ain′t got no time to play
And I'm still thanking God ′cause I rock designer daily
And I'm still going hard, bitch, I′m always chasing paper
And I'm still going hard
Tell these niggas, please don′t play with me (yeah)
Please don't play with me
Please don't play with me
Please don′t play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rick kicks, I′m not rocking flights, nigga, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah
I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah (yeah, no cap, nigga, don't play with me)
Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah
(I′m in this bitch getting big high, trippy nigga)
Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air (big racks on me)
Your bitch like me, like me, I don't even care (big, big style on me, know what I mean? All that)
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder
Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer
Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
Yeah, stupid bitch, you don′t know me, you just know my number
Yeah, getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (money, money)
Model bitch, I′m finna take her under (under), under there
I'm with shooters and they gunning (shooting, gunning), not in the air
Step up in this bitch, I'm fly (fly), I′m in the air, oh, yeah
Rick kicks, I′m not rocking flights, nigga, yeah
She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah
I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah
Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah
Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air
I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care
The lyrics of Destroy Lonely's song "In The Air" are centered around materialism, money, and sex. The opening lines of the song introduce the brand Maison Margiela and the reference to numbers, which could indicate a focus on financial gain. The next line mentions rain on an umbrella and the sound of 808s like thunder. This metaphor could signify a sense of power and a dominant position in the rap game as 808s are a defining feature of modern production in hip hop. The subsequent lines describe how the artist is surrounded by attractive women, and they indulge in drugs and count their money.
The repetition of the phrase "throw it in the air" towards the end of the song implies a celebratory mood, almost as if the artist is throwing his excess wealth and power in the air, as a declaration of his success. The lyrics also touch upon the idea of hard work as the artist mentions how he is always striving towards getting rich and cautions others not to play with him. Overall, the song revolves around the themes of wealth and success, and the pride that comes with these pursuits.
Line by Line Meaning
Maison Margiela, all I see is numbers
I'm so focused on making money and counting it that I only see numbers, not the world around me.
Yeah, rain on my umbrella, them 808s like thunder
When it's raining outside, I'm inside creating music with beats so powerful they sound like thunder.
Yeah, pretty bitch, hot just like a stove in the summer
The girl I'm with is beautiful and attractive, she turns me on like a hot stove on a summer day.
Yeah, stupid lit, we smoke dope and thumb through them hundreds
We're having a great time smoking weed and counting large amounts of money.
Yeah, stupid bitch, you don′t know me, you just know my number (yeah)
Girls who call me all the time or text me frequently only know my contact information, they don't truly know me.
Getting rich, I know I'm addicted to this money (money, money)
I'm aware that my obsession with making money has become an addiction.
Model bitch, I′m finna take her under (under), under there
I'm going to seduce a model and take her to a hidden place to have sex with her.
I'm with shooters and they gunning (shooting), not in the air
I'm hanging out with people carrying guns who are ready to shoot, but not in the air like celebratory gunfire.
Step up in this bitch, I'm fly (fly), I’m in the air, oh yeah
When I enter a room, I exude confidence and feel empowered, like I'm soaring through the air.
Rick kicks, I′m not rocking flights, nigga, yeah
I only wear expensive designer shoes, not cheap ones like regular flights.
She got good pussy, tryna change my life, nigga, yeah
The girl I'm with is sexually satisfying and I'm considering committing to her as a partner.
I turned 18, I took 20 flights, nigga, yeah
After turning 18, I took 20 trips on airplanes.
Before 19, I blew 20 racks, nigga, yeah
Before turning 19, I had spent $20,000 on lavish things.
Your bitch like me, like me, throw it in the air
Other guys' girlfriends are attracted to me and show it by throwing money in the air when I'm around.
I want white diamonds, ice cream, yeah, nigga, yeah
I have a desire for white diamond jewelry, which reminds me of the sweetness of ice cream.
I got droptop bitches, droptop me anywhere
My female friends ride in cars with convertible roofs with me, and we can go anywhere we want.
Yeah, I hit that bitch, and then I′m gone, nigga, out of there
After having sex with a girl, I leave right away without staying for anything else.
This shit got me psyching out, I'm going brazy
All of this money and lifestyle has driven me crazy with excitement and anticipation.
And I′m still thanking God ′cause I rock designer daily
I feel grateful and blessed that I'm able to wear expensive designer clothes every day.
And I'm still going hard, bitch, I′m always chasing paper
I'm still working hard and trying to make as much money as possible.
Please don′t play with me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm serious about my money and don't want anyone taking advantage of me or messing with it.
I know she want me, she like me, but I don't even care
Even though girls are attracted to me, I don't care as much as I care about making money.
It's up, it′s stuck, it's in the air
We're winning and have a lot of money, and it's all around us in the air.
Designer smoke fuck up the air
The smoke from our expensive and luxurious weed is filling the air and getting us high.
Writer(s): Joanna Longic-tokarska, Tobiasz Bilinski
Contributed by Gabriella Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Does someone have the sample behind this song??