| Just tryin' to breathe
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| («I'm just tryin' to breathe»)
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| The summer felt like the winter, and I ain’t talkin' bout weather
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| I see a «Cold World» like the GZA
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| It’s a blizzard out here — you holdin', twist up
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| But don’t sneak tobacco in my rizzla
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| I’m from where they jack cats for their turkish links
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| Swatch watches, Fila and (?)
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| They took Jordan 1 and 2's right off your feet
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| If you fought back and warranted you caught more beef
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| The '80s was so crazy, cats are still afraid
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| Of Daryl Gates, the chokehold, crack and gangs
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| I hustled but I made it through a crack in the game
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| While a lot of homies got trapped back in the day
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| From where ugly polution brings a beautiful haze
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| Sunset rays, orange-lavender fase
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| Tryin' to keep my chips up and protect my plate
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| But the police watch every breath I take
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| («I'm just tryin' to breathe»)
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| Yeah, tryin' to live, tryin' to eat
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| I stay up, sometimes it’s hard, try to sleep
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| I’m a livewire in a cold world
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| I’m no liar, just try to bend the truth to girls
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| So far doin' my job, gettin' it done
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| Up before the sun, try to come home before the sun
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| Shit repeats, days turn to weeks
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| The object, try to have doe to show for them beats
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| I was told the world gets colder
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| Colorado air is thin, sold-out in Boulder
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| Much more in control gettin' older
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| And much music love if you cross the border
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| Once the coast is clear we smokefest in here
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| Clouds so thick you can see the glare
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| Peace to reef, we got blessed on the beat
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| West to East, we share the same air, tryin' to breathe
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| («I'm just tryin' to breathe»)
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| Prepare for the worst, expect the best
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| Haven’t pulled the heat but still wear the vest
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| Expansion Team’s like the firm 'til death
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| They want last laugh, we want last breath
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| We all Stereo, T-H-X
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| On the radio, station gets respect
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| It’s love and war, we accomodate those
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| We could both breathe or step up, you’re next to go
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| Some breath control, watch 'em get exposed at shows
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| A lot of cats are born in studios, it shows
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| I inhale and exhale magical flows
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| Jump off stage, hit the booth to capture the globe
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| Accurate, spectacular though
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| I feel like the industry is tryin' to capture my soul
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| I feel like Muhammad goin' at it with Joe
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| For fresh air we bring it to you live on the road
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| It’s my world 'til it’s time to leave
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| Just tryin' to breathe
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| («I'm just tryin' to breathe») |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tryin' To Breathe , by - Dilated Peoples. Song from the album Neighborhood Watch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп