Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lungs, artist - Ryan Caraveo. Album song At Least I Tried, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 11.02.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Lungs |
| Maybe I just need to feed my vices, yeah |
| Who am I? |
| I haven’t realized it yet |
| I need to ignite this light inside my flare |
| 'Cause I do not enjoy holding on by a thread |
| Try again every morning, it’s exhausting, ooh-oh-oh |
| Somewhere in there, I still have a heart of gold-old-old |
| Trouble, trouble, dripping, dripping down my cheeks |
| Had to count my blessings, then I found some peace |
| One, two, three |
| Going 'round and 'round again |
| You’re set free by the time I count to ten |
| Seven, eight, nine |
| Ready, ready: here it comes |
| Breathin' out your worries, then just drown 'em out your lungs |
| I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |
| Go-go get 'em, go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |
| The air isn’t toxic, so don’t hold your breathe |
| See you doing it anyway |
| But no one’s impressed |
| You hope someone contests your decision |
| Think you’ve been taking too much pride in the prison |
| That you built 'cause you feel like it’s safer in here |
| 'Cause you don’t have to face anything that you fear |
| Yeah, I know what it’s like to feel cold every night |
| But you just gotta breathe |
| Come along, follow me |
| Like this |
| One, two, three |
| Going 'round and 'round again |
| You’re set free by the time I count to ten |
| Seven, eight, nine |
| Ready, ready: here it comes |
| Breathin' out your worries, then just drown 'em out your lungs |
| I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |
| Go-go get 'em, go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |
| I race so fast that I can’t sit |
| My mood change quicker than the second hand ticks |
| Pulse keep rising while I race against the clock |
| So terrified of failing, I don’t think I’ll ever stop |
| Killing roses just to build a staircase |
| By the time I climb it, wanna be a different place |
| They tell me increased, then they tell me upgrade |
| Build it bigger, build it better |
| Don’t get upstaged |
| What’s the point, though |
| When every day is preparation? |
| Always next in line, I’m forever stuck here waiting |
| This time I tell 'em all to hush, hush |
| Before my bones turn to dust |
| Together like this |
| One, two, three |
| Going 'round and 'round again |
| You’re set free by the time I count to ten |
| Seven, eight, nine |
| Ready, ready: here it comes |
| Breathin' out your worries, then just drown 'em out your lungs |
| I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |
| Go-go get 'em, go-go get 'em, I go-go get 'em |
| Just let 'em out your lungs |