Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oxygen , by - Smino. Song from the album Blkjuptr, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.06.2016
Record label: Zero Fatigue
Song language: English
Oxygen |
| I got blood on my knees |
| Knee deep in mud from the mud let me breathe |
| He just a thug let 'em die in the streets |
| Cigarette butts, glass, and rocks in my teeth |
| And I’m choking out, I need oxygen please |
| Dreading the day like I locked up my fro |
| Remember the day that they locked up my bro |
| Ain’t been the same, feel the shit to this day |
| And I’m choking out |
| I need oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* oxygen (Uhh) |
| Oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* right now I’m choking out |
| I need oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* oxygen (yeah) |
| Oxygen, oxygen, yeah |
| She bow-bow when she adlib |
| I got a Waka Flocka of these booches to ease my pain |
| Living single though, don’t got the time of day |
| Plus I still live at the stu' tryna pay bills that been due |
| For a while now as the world spin |
| Tryna spend more time with pops |
| Heard he bout to go to the doc and get surgery |
| Shock cause it been so long since he done heard from me |
| Now it’s emergency |
| It’s hard to smile now, so I pow wow |
| With a big booty bodequa, smoke and eat cold pizza |
| Hor d’oeuvres and herbs how we splurge |
| Wasted I crash in your curves, stick shift, reverse |
| Smash on your couch and disperse |
| Won’t call for a while now yeah |
| Now we don’t speak no more |
| Not used to blessings, reject my rewards |
| It’s either that or get bored, I don’t know, know |
| Nah, what it is? |
| Why I- fuck this shit |
| I’mma get high today, high nigga, holiday |
| Pumping the gas in my room |
| Getting immune to the fumes |
| My tank on E, I need a pick me up |
| Can I uber to jupiter witcha? |
| This world been so brutal for niggas |
| Hands up they still shot go google the pictures |
| So ooh, it’s ridiculous |
| I got blood on my knees |
| Knee deep in mud from the mud let me breathe |
| He just a thug let 'em die in the streets |
| Cigarette butts, glass, and rocks in my teeth |
| And I’m choking out, I need oxygen please |
| Dreading the day like I locked up my fro |
| Remember the day that they locked up my bro |
| Ain’t been the same, feel the shit to this day |
| And I’m choking out |
| I need oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* oxygen (Uhh) |
| Oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* right now I’m choking out |
| I need oxygen, oxygen, *breathes* oxygen (yeah) |
| Oxygen, oxygen, yeah |