Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BREATHIN', artist - Ocean Wisdom. Album song Big Talk Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.10.2019
Record label: Beyond Measure
Song language: English
BREATHIN' |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one, up this evening |
| Is about a half 11, see the smoke all on the ceiling |
| Need a fee to leave the dwelling |
| 20K or I’m not leaving |
| They want me on 2AM |
| They better get the fucking Ps in |
| Time to let the wifey says «I made you chili» |
| Go reheat it, I just pulled that face, you pull |
| When you feel lazy and defeated |
| I was like, I beg you do it |
| Top gears on, a brand new season |
| Plus I hurt my foot on stage, I couldn’t make it to the freezer |
| Not only that, you know that I rap |
| I pay for this flat, go get me a snack |
| She gave me a slap, said don’t be a twat |
| We giggle and that, I stay where I’m sat |
| She get up and does it, like is this what love is? |
| I know that I’m rubbish, I secretly love it |
| She bring me a pasta, Evian I’m glugging |
| I stick on Joe Rogan, ca' you won’t find me clubbing |
| Ca' I’m at the summit, I did it and done it |
| You niggas can suck it, you jealous I run it |
| I’ll come where ya drum, and do something thuggish |
| I run in and cuss, ca' he ain’t on nothing |
| My flavours are lushin', my neighbours are Russian |
| The gyaldem are blushing, my trainers are custom |
| You wanna talk tough and you know I’m a glutton |
| I order the beef and it deaded discussions |
| Clinical with it I scribble the lyric |
| I dribble, I spit it |
| I bill it and lit it |
| This fire, you feel it? |
| I feel it, I feel to be liable |
| To kill it, I’m raw and I’m ruckus |
| I run up and buck ‘em |
| A couple nun chucks, is high when you swing it |
| A samurai sword, and a star, I’mma fling it |
| I mean it, I’m innit, I’m cold with it innit |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Is a pack of mac, I’m gassed |
| I pack a bag and get to leanin' |
| Is a fact ca' junky fat |
| Ca' I’m sippin' goose, not scrumpy jack |
| Ca' I sit and do my drunky flat |
| Like how I’d get this of off rap |
| I rap this jewelry hit the floor |
| Is he alive? |
| I can’t be sure |
| I can’t be right, kicking on left |
| Hooking on pussies anymore |
| I ran the light, I went to court |
| I stood there calm, I’m not distraught |
| You saw the M, you saw the sport |
| Don’t ask me why, it’s what you thought |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Who can top I? |
| Tool in my hand I’m not nice |
| One eye closed with smoke, I’m Popeye |
| Tracksuits, but I got mob ties |
| Never wear top man, but I wear top guys |
| Doing up Virgil before Virgil |
| Racks in the shoe box, made money off white |
| Behind enemy lines I’m offside |
| Up in this city, you’ll find in the melody |
| I got the bare cold, p what you telling me |
| Went to the club had to find me your melody |
| She keep on tellin' me, she robbing energies |
| She got a BF, don’t care for the BS |
| I told her just do it bae, why are you telling me |
| She came with sickness, and I came with remedies |
| Paid for the uber, check back to my enemies |
| I’m murking this |
| I don’t need soundchecks, I got the gift |
| Went in the room, did the one and the two |
| And I’m leaving them pissed in a world of shit |
| Wanna be me, but ain’t got the wit |
| Ain’t got the drive, ain’t got the whip |
| You think you’re hard, you think you’re it |
| Pull out your sweater and now you got drip |
| Telling these brothers don’t play with the gang |
| A couple of christian brothers turned anti |
| A couple of muslim brothers go ham |
| I’m punching these lines so I mess up my hands |
| Left in the states, still under your state |
| I wanna go states, but think that I’m banned |
| Because I get paid, the same as a band |
| My taxes cost the whole of your brand |
| You the man on the gram, I’m the man in the south |
| And I’m rolling about with 10 grand in my mouth |
| I’m the coldest about, who you know that amounts |
| If you’re dissing P money, I’m scoping him out |
| I’m rolling about, with gold in my mouth |
| A fan at my last show, sold me a house |
| I heard he dissed Ocean, I’m phoning him now |
| I’m radio knocking, I’m over and out |
| Take disrespect, I flex new tech, screw fix |
| Man find this and get huge checks |
| Ruthless, manna forever be like who’s next? |
| Screwed in the manner of money, Jewish |
| Check, 2 guests, 2 plus 2 vets, who’s next? |
| Lord of the Mics got 2 checks |
| M.O.E. |
| new album, new sets, new best |
| Relax, I ain’t no new best |
| Wouldn’t even bother, could another? |
| Now I promise, and I pity all the brothers who done another and another |
| Then I might have animosity, and thrown on the stomach |
| And an itty bitty done a likkle dibble daffer, cutting in my liver |
| Whenever ready, you can tell ‘em that I’m ready |
| I been standing with a semi, like I’m ready to bury |
| Anybody named Shelly, yeah I’m not for the telly |
| You can tell that I’m heavy, got drive like a Chevy |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |
| Hold my weed, control my breathin' |
| I just rolled one up this evening |