Breathe Running through the city like it’s Like Yeah Breathe I can’t breathe Breathe Running through the city like it’s Please I can’t breathe Breathe
I can’t feel my features I'm tweaking They don’t hear my message I'm speechless I don’t feel no fear for my demons They don’t leave me lone’ like I'm yeezus I might roll these trees and drop seeds I might just clap first like police I can’t tell nightmares from my dreams All I see is real I don’t sleep
I might dip my jaw in gold leaf Dripped in skin too think I don’t bleed All I speak is truth I don’t preach Streets might make you smart but won’t teach I might hit the belly and go global Or I might reach for peace and go postal Gentrified my hood there’s no local Censorship my thoughts they go loco Breathe
Running through the city like it’s me Bih’ I know you see the coat but please no photos Please. Running through the city like it’s me Yeah. huh? Running through the city like it’s me I know you see the coat but please no photos Please. Running through the city like it’s I can’t feel my features I'm tweaking I can’t feel my features I'm tweaking Know you see the coat but please no photos Please. Running through the city like it’s me Breathe. Yeah Running through the city like it’s me yeah I know you see the coat but please no photos Please. Running through the city like it’s I can’t feel my features I'm tweaking Running through the city like it’s me I know you see the coat but please no photos Please. Running through the city like it’s
I woke up this morning I hear angels calling I hear people talking But they're not important
I woke up. Calling calling
Hm
Normal
This new watch got my life span on count down Face on dinner plate I go cold turkey on ice now I’ve told more truths with the lights down I wake up to new regrets and tell em pipe down I got old friends who still can’t put the pipe down I got new friends who seem to offer me lines now I got old friends who still can’t put the pip Ghost writer in my keys, must felt this in a past life Standing in the mirror pep talking like it’s half time Tell a boy, tell a boy to miss me with the funny shit Ever since I put my foot down I've been running shit Never let a yeah yeah girl call me by my government All I did was speak about the truth and they was loving it Lord knowsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
