Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breathing Room , by - Phora. Release date: 17.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Breathing Room |
| We in this, |
| mind your fuckin business, nigga. |
| Look, check it, look. |
| Nowadays everybody wants somethin from me, |
| always askin me for a favor or some fuckin money. |
| And they actin like I’m swimmin in cash, but I’m just tryin to make this little |
| bit last. |
| I’m with this new girl and I kind of think we did it too fast. |
| We should have waited, but that shit’s in the past. |
| And I can’t change it, I’m hopin that she’s different. |
| I hate dealing with the same shit. |
| She says I make her happy, that doesn’t make sense, |
| because I haven’t been happy since '09, even with four hundred fans around me |
| at show time. |
| I keep tellin myself that I’m happy with what I’m doin but the truth is I feel |
| like something’s missing, I’m about to lose it. |
| Bout to lose my focus, bout to lose my mind, got me feelin hopeless all the |
| fuckin time. |
| And these niggas around me don’t make it better, |
| tryin to start a fight over a female or some cheddar. |
| Ego too big walkin round like I’m on somethin, |
| but I never waste my time cause I know it’s nothin. |
| And I know where I’m headed, yes I know the situations they gon get left in and |
| I ain’t havin it. |
| Everyone’s actin like I’m their boy but I think back to when I didn’t have no |
| money, |
| didn’t have no girls, |
| didn’t have no fame |
| didn’t have the world, |
| look, in the palm of my hands. |
| Now they see I’m makin moves and they wanna be friends, y’all disgust me. |
| My mind is filled with doubt when the woman tells me she loves me, |
| cause does she love me for me, or cause I’m the dude that all her friends are |
| comin to see? |
| Niggas only nice to me when they want somethin for free, |
| but I just try to keep my distance and do nothin but me. |
| And I got a lot of, heh, yeah I got a lot of pressure on my shoulders. |
| I think of all the people I’ll be next to when it’s over. |
| Nothin lasts forever, and either will I. |
| I just hope that you remember me when I die. |
| Real shit, don’t get mad if I don’t answer your calls, |
| cause I’m too busy tryin to catch what I lost. |
| Old friends say I’m fake and I changed how I used to be, |
| but I’m just growing up and learning newer things. |
| And if you can’t understand it then cut me loose, |
| but I guarantee you everything I tell you is the truth. |
| Niggas all up in my face tellin me I need to speak to you, |
| back the fuck up, I need some breathing room |