Oxygen ​th1rt3en

[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch]
I need you in my life like oxygen
Holy water come and wash away the sins
I want you
I need you
I can't breathe
I need your oxygen
Come rain down on the tree
I hold you in my arms and I'll kiss you 'til your body is sore
I need to get to know you like I never knew a woman before
I need to get to know you like I never knew a woman before
I need you in my life like oxygen
Holy water come and wash away my sins
I want you
I need you

[Verse: Pharoahe Monch]
My oxygen, aperitive or an opulent, indigenous occupant
Angelic in your moccasins with the kinetic acumen to rid me of my toxins
You could dictate a doctrine on a cathartic spit
Fix your open-heart surgery for the brokenhearted
My high vibrational guidance system, hold
Namu myōhō renge kyō
My backbone my Batphone, exactly
No phone tapped, though, just intellectual track meets
Somewhere close to where sexual intercourse and a track meets
I hold you in my arms and I'll kiss you 'til your body is sore
I need to get to, get to, get to, get to