Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe, artist - T-Pain. Album song T-Wayne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2018
Record label: INgrooves
Song language: English
Breathe |
| Woman of my own and tranquil key |
| No i’m not just the l out of tlc |
| Songstress for the longest |
| Felt more adappa as a rappa |
| Start to make what it seems |
| It’s more mind over matter |
| Have fun |
| Comin’with beats &rhymes |
| But it’s not so sweet in this light of lime |
| Sometimes when you make it people get mad |
| Throw buckets grab, backs get stabbed |
| It was a hard struggle, meaning shit |
| Now it’s hard just tryin’to juggle this, among shit |
| So people see the smile |
| All the while i have an inner child |
| That’s cryin’denial (cry in denial) |
| Cryin’no smile, cryin’with style of beguile |
| In piles in aisles of niles |
| Meanwhile seem so senile, fakes monsters |
| I’m docile, fragile |
| I show gentile smiles, i take it a mile |
| People don’t see the truth, in this booth |
| Under my tongue, over my tooth (ah-ooohh) |
| Eight nine spoof of my inner youth |
| Innocence |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
| It seems right, do the math |
| Sportin’laughs, bubble baths, autographs |
| Awards and claps |
| The glistenin’only comes if people listenin' |
| But to a lyricist, chastising conniving, criticists |
| Gotta earn your bliss, unchill your wrists |
| I know you mince, add bills to rent |
| So now you owe me That’s why i’m so into it This tapestry |
| Put you abstract, non-skilled folks can’t see |
| I hinted at them, add tracks |
| Don’t care if you’re mad at I speak the past |
| I speak rash spirits |
| Universal, helped my lyric rehearsals of the here’s |
| Become an adult from peers, much fears, such tears |
| Scorned from revelations dawn |
| Things i do like, morning lawns |
| I’m morning poems |
| That now yawnin’on |
| They’re not spawning wands (they're not spawning wands) |
| This here wand has a magic stick |
| Throat-wise called the larynx |
| Helps me spill it, my utter of a mind |
| I milk it So that it hits your back with spiritual parmalat |
| I farm the black |
| Spirit staff, spirit staff, spirit staff |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| So just close your eyes |
| And relax your mind |
| As the sounds dig in your brain |
| Now don’t it feel so strange |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |
| Just breathe and let it go (let it go) |