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letra de last breath ft. red pill and blue pill - cambatta

[verse 1: cambatta]
feet hurting
world full of busy bees working
i ain’t never met a free person
i don’t get along with these earthlings
i’m trying to seek purpose
fight for something i believe’s worth it
feel the curse i’ma reverse it
i don’t dream cuz i sleep nervous
yet i keep flirting
face death like a steve irwin
hold heat i’m a drink thermos
tell the bartender keep serving
i’m trying to be perfect
using dirty sh-t to clean dirt with
only happy when the weed burning
traded oxygen to breath herb in
til i see curtains
lungs failed and they cease working
air is something that i need urgent
suffocating trying to squeeze words in

[bridge: cambatta]
what would i do with my last breath
would i yell, would i cry, would i laugh
cuz i’m glad that i’m p-ssed that mess
til i p-ss never felt that bless
even bad breath when you living
is better than good breath when you lack flesh
got a gl-ss chest that i cracked
and my lost breathe hasn’t made it back yet

[chorus: cambatta]
i’m on my last breath
walking the last step
i’m on the last test
final answer and my last guess
wonder what i gotta p-ss next
i’m on my last quest
so much harder than my last trek mapless
hope i can outlast death
grim reaper got my address
down to my last cent
cash spent from a check i don’t even have yet
from my last rent
swear this sh-t has got mad stress
i inherited my dad’s debt
never got to hear his last breath
and the only reason i ain’t p-ss yet
i’m the first ever and the last left

[verse 2: red pill]
i let the record show
i let the lech explode
put on a weapons show
pull up to texaco
narcos in mexico
call up the technical
they know the tecs’ll blow
shotta i’m plaxico
turn you to vegetables
body electrical
acid or alkaline
body so flexible
the shooters feast like a uber eats
got a group of these sudanese kooda b’s
while letting the uzi or ruger speak
an american god up in cuba eats
the powers they seek empowers the weak
they following creeps
powers that be inherit the world from cowards and sheeps
been to the mountaintops, towers and peaks
flowers and sweets they showered our feet
the lightning the thunder made it shower and sleet
sour the dees, this not a verse this our receipts

[verse 3: blue pill]
treat these last minutes like a track finish
i attract women they the bad women
i’ma splash in them leave a bag with them
then i raise seeds to be mad different
if i die now i’m coming back in them
cuz they dad missing but they cash dripping
cuz they royalty so they brag different
ain’t no -ss kissing never had feelings
seen a white victim and a black witness
mac grippin on my last mission
yak sipping blowing black izm
gat missin he was lack slippin
smack hit him now he act different
apparition the bad vision
the mac’ll chip him and crash his system
uncle tom cuz you that willing
f-ck the law i’m goin back to living
astral prisms of black religion
activism in conversations
sacrilegious, the palm of satans
black magician, babylon erasing
raise our hands to the gods we praising
hussle in, the marathon we racing
nipsey at the finish line he waiting

- cambatta

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