Now, this is the story all about me
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the inhabitant of places called Fresh Air
In Caerphilly, born and raised
In the checkmate is where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ all cool
And all shotgunning some Stella Artois outside of the school
When a couple of issues that would end up no good
Started makin’ trouble in my brains hood
I got into one little doubt and my brain got scared
And said, “You’re movin’ with your ego to thin air”
I begged and pleaded with myself the other day
But I packed my suitcase and sent myself on my way
I gave everyone a kiss and then the airline gave me my ticket
I put my Ipod on and said, “I might as well kick it!”
First class, yo this is bad
Drinkin’ orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Thin Air are livin’ like
Hmmm, this might be alright
But wait, I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don’t think so, I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Thin Air
Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude looking like a dealer standin’ wavin’ my name out
I ain’t tryin’ to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared
I whistled for a shuttle bus and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this bus was rare
But I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Thin Air
I pulled up to the hostel about seven or eight
And I yelled to the driver, “Yo homes, smell you later”
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Thin Air
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