| Breathe, I can’t see
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| It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed
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| It help me breathe
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| This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep
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| I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep
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| They got it on camera, told the police
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| I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway
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| I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live
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| I can’t breathe
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| Jealousy and greed, lemon tree and lean
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| In a 7 series Bimm, feelin' like the king
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| Watchin' teens die, on my television screen
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| Riots in the streets, you hear the pain when she screams
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| In this life though, rifles right where I sleep
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| I’m on a mission, had a vision, nine flights in a week
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| Get your digits up, pistols hidden in the cut
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| Glass piece look like a sippy cup, half gram, 50 bucks
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| We push wax like crack in the '80s
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| And I flip packs, ridin' brand new Mercedes
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| The good smoke, few bitches give me money
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| Cause they love me, two Asians and a bunny
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| All this pressure got me stressin'
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| And I’m chainsmokin' in my section
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| Smith & Wesson, keep the weapon cause I’m flexin'
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| And these broke boys keep on textin'
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| It makes it hard to breathe
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| Breathe, I can’t see
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| It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed
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| It help me breathe
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| This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep
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| I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep
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| They got it on camera, told the police
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| I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway
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| I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live
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| I can’t breathe
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| Fuck rap, I’m a legend in the game
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| And I can’t believe I ain’t sittin' in the cage
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| Gucci frames, top down, screaming, «Money ain’t a thing»
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| Coke rocks had us up all night in the rain
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| Look at now, barely smile, ain’t slept in a while
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| Money wild, on my kitchen counter, haters in denial
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| Got a club in the city, they just try and shut us down
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| Well I’m rich and still ride around with 20 pounds
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| Out of town, feds wanna hunt us down
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| Underground, blow a couple hundred thou'
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| This the lifestyle, but damn, it catch up quick
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| Bet this pack gon' flip, Berner snatch your bitch
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| Dirty money, I’m just tryna make it clean
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| And I pray to God every day to stay free
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| On the interstate 5, in a Jeep with a ki
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| CHP right behind me, take a deep breath
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| Breathe, I can’t see
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| It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed
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| It help me breathe
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| This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep
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| I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep
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| They got it on camera, told the police
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| I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway
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| I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live
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| I can’t breathe
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| I think I’m goin' insane
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| Searchin' for excuses but there’s no one to blame
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| Fuck fame, in the game, movin' caine faster
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| But I got my last name from a slave master
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| What’s wrong with this world? |
| They’re try and blame rappers
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| I guess we’re the reason for cocaine traffickin'
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| We go to jail, they toast, champagne blasters
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| They say happiness is just pain backwards
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| My homie asked me what’s in the afterlife
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| After death, do you go to Heaven if you clap and shit?
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| I told him only Allah could answer it
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| He cocked his strap and said it’s back to this trappin' shit
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| Spit dumb, my tongue be on some acra-shit
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| It’s jewels in my music, you gotta cast the shit
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| Bar after bar, I’m so passionate
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| You can’t breathe, my words deadly as cancer is
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| Breathe, I can’t see
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| It’s cloudy in my whip, I’ve been rollin' up weed
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| It help me breathe
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| This cold street’s got me goin' crazy, I can’t sleep
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| I really need to breathe, this shit’s deep
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| They got it on camera, told the police
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| I can’t breathe, they kill him anyway
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| I guess that’s how it is, and we just wanna live
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| I can’t breathe
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| PART 2: Dreaming
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| Hand full of cash man these rap dudes broke
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| 140 for the Benz on the highway floatin'
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| My eyes stay low off of high grade dope
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| So baby gotta pay me and I gotta go
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| Talkin' numbers on my phone’ll get you smacked
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| This rap money’s cool but I’d rather sell packs
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| Washin' money with white men
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| Them suits give me checks for my loot
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| Stripper girls on my phone gettin' nude
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| (Man she kinda cute, but shit…)
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| If she ain’t talkin' 'bout cash then I gotta pass
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| Your baby daddy really just want an autograph |
| Grow rooms, shows for a couple months
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| My club in Sacramento got the city goin' nuts
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| This is how I live, wake up in the morning with
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| Two girls by my side, 40 messages
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| On my phone, dirty pictures and kisses
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| I got 26 bitches and I love 'em the same
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| That’s real talk
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| I just bought a European
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| Fly bitches, all this money that I bring in
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| Weed lit, I just took about three Xans
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| Keep the weed lit, what a mean flip
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| 6 Ps, 12 Gs in my jeans, shit
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| I had this shit jumpin' in '09
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| Back when out of town workin' was gold mine
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| First batch of KK, yeah I brought it
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| Me and Wiz smoked out, ask Snoop if Bern really got it
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| Burned pounds with B. Real
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| Me and B. Legit hand counted three mil', like really though
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| 18, I had silly dough
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| 31, sittin' on 12 milli though
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| Got your ex girlfriend in my video
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| She’s drunk, she even let her titties show
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| Bern get money out these pretty hoes
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| Give me everything, baby I’ll make it rain
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| I’ll make 'em cry when they hear the song with your name
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| Dirty pictures and kisses
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| I got 26 bitches and they drive me insane, it’s real talk
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| I just bought a European
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| Fly bitches, all this money that I bring in
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming?
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| Weed lit, I just took about three Xans
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| Am I dreaming, tell me am I dreaming? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breathe / Dreaming , by - Berner. Song from the album 20 Lights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп