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letra de breathe - marqus clae

[verse 1:]
woke up this morning with a chip on my shoulder big as a boulder
i’m able to explode on anyone who notice
nights getting colder, i feel shortness of breath
it’s like the devil came and let it rain all over my steps
double back to the pulpit
so i can defuse this
i’m starting to lose strength
i’m trembling loosely
i’m sinking like cruise ships
nails digging in my t–th like toothpicks
who’s this? knocking on my door at 2:55 am playing music backwards
i’m too intact with the spirits, bible under the mattress
my chest booming and blasting, my heart-rate is p-ssing me up
sweating bullets, drinking water
go back and forth with the cup
what the f-ck?
the highest level of paranoia (paranoia)
blood is boiling, lightning falling, demons calling
falcons hawking, days are darkening, strays are barking
k’s are barking, they laid in coffins (they laid in coffins)

(chorus)
breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe

[verse 2:]
call up my n-gga like what up, i need a favor. he ain’t answer
i really need some dollars for the day and-
my mama in my face talking about the bills she paying
if i don’t get it straight i probably gotta hit the days inn
i’m writing on the pavement with knives
saying somebody give it up, or i’m taking your life
look at the thoughts i come across when it’s dark
and n-ggas floss in the street
got big food on their plate, while i got nothing to eat
i load the clip in, i know i’m trippin’ but who gives a f-ck?
put the yat inside the whip and start that motherf-cker up
blasting me against the world cause that’s how i feel
survival of the fittest at the moment, i’ll k!ll at will
i seen some n-ggas holding moneybags
it look like a hundred racks
pick up the pistol, hit the window like w-ssup, who running that?
no cooperation, i’m not patient. n-gga where it’s at?
blow, blow to his face and shot his partner in the neck
i can’t breathe

(chorus)
breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe (it’s harder to breathe
it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to breathe
it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to breathe)

it’s harder to breathe (it’s harder to breathe)
(it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to breathe)
(it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to breathe)

(chorus)
it’s harder to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
the devil got a hold on my sleeve
i feel i’m out of time as i fall to my knees
steady losing air, getting harder to breathe

it’s harder to breathe (it’s harder to breathe, it’s harder to breathe)

- marqus clae

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