Jonas Aden - Breathe
Дата добавления: 27 января 2018
Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Jonas Aden
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[Chorus:]
In America you'll never be free,
Middle fingers up, fuck the police!
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
Braveheart, still QB's Finest,
Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate,
Not only do you see a nigga shinin', you can see a nigga breathe.
Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis,
Cruise with the hammer, jealous heart, they can't stand him,
Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
To all my niggas gettin' money in the streets,
Middle fingers up, fuck the police!
Light up my trees and I just breathe.
[Verse 1:]
I twist ‘em, baby mama beef victim,
Chronic leaf hittin', all kinds of heat with him, wisdom,
From pot to piss in to high position,
Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle,
Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks,
Till I dodge enough shots, and the presidin' judge slams a mallet,
And says ‘Life.' I'ma guap, then I cop,
Then I yacht, then I dock,
Island hoppin' away from nightmare holders,
Or cowboy slingers who shoot up any club
That see they names ring loud on some FBI poster.
Must be on X or he coked up, suggestin' I post a
Bail, I'm like, ‘Yes, ‘cause we soldiers.'
We just gettin' older, in time, we still in our prime,
I can't afford a new arrest on my folder,
Nigga, breathe.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm fresh out of city housing and have too many options:
Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded.
Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me.
The high life, the fly life,
Pierre Cardin, imitation of Christ,
Ice wear gaudy, since ‘94 flossy.
The Lex was an excellent choice, now fast forward me,
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty to push nothing less than a 740,
With fresh linens, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on,
They sick, mixin' they water with airborne.
[Outro:]
Oh, they so sick!
Look how I got ‘em goin' crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out, stress ain't good, man!
You gotta breathe,
Breathe...
America, we gotta be free!
Breathe. [x4]
In America you'll never be free,
Middle fingers up, fuck the police!
Damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
Braveheart, still QB's Finest,
Grindin', enough diamonds to change the climate,
Not only do you see a nigga shinin', you can see a nigga breathe.
Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis,
Cruise with the hammer, jealous heart, they can't stand him,
Haters are scandalous, damn, can't a nigga just breathe?
To all my niggas gettin' money in the streets,
Middle fingers up, fuck the police!
Light up my trees and I just breathe.
[Verse 1:]
I twist ‘em, baby mama beef victim,
Chronic leaf hittin', all kinds of heat with him, wisdom,
From pot to piss in to high position,
Intense hustle, it's pain like a pinched muscle,
Till it rains and my Timbs stain my socks,
Till I dodge enough shots, and the presidin' judge slams a mallet,
And says ‘Life.' I'ma guap, then I cop,
Then I yacht, then I dock,
Island hoppin' away from nightmare holders,
Or cowboy slingers who shoot up any club
That see they names ring loud on some FBI poster.
Must be on X or he coked up, suggestin' I post a
Bail, I'm like, ‘Yes, ‘cause we soldiers.'
We just gettin' older, in time, we still in our prime,
I can't afford a new arrest on my folder,
Nigga, breathe.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
I'm fresh out of city housing and have too many options:
Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded.
Plenty Henny in me, envy was simply they trend, see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me.
The high life, the fly life,
Pierre Cardin, imitation of Christ,
Ice wear gaudy, since ‘94 flossy.
The Lex was an excellent choice, now fast forward me,
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty to push nothing less than a 740,
With fresh linens, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on,
They sick, mixin' they water with airborne.
[Outro:]
Oh, they so sick!
Look how I got ‘em goin' crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out, stress ain't good, man!
You gotta breathe,
Breathe...
America, we gotta be free!
Breathe. [x4]
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