| Can’t breathe like this
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| Suffocating me
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough
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| As I fall, and I fall, then continuously fall
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| In the dark, but I saw, so I grabbed and I clawed
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| Pressure, when pressed against my chest yessir, the aggressor
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| But if I don’t breathe I’m gonna be on a stretcher
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| Plugged up like a Tesla, steady gaspin'
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| Chill bumps like we’re streaking in Aspen
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| Cause I’m receiving what is the reason for Aspirin
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| And hear blasting is in fashion but I can’t swim
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| And that undercurrent, I mean Riptide
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| Is strong enough to give a brother an abyss ride
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| And be a stiff guy that got the fish eyes
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| That is the grimness but I’m on a sin bliss
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| The reason I’m in this position
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| I was trying to contend with the water
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| But then drips’ll put you in endless submission
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| Steady falling now, but it’s better than cocaine
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| And I’m recalling how this feeling is so flame
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| Just like New Orlean child, how the feeling’ll blow brains
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| Put you all in clouds, near death but no pain, damn
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| Can’t breathe like this
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| Suffocating me
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough
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| That I came with this frame, see the strain in my veins
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| Cause my aim is to drain what I claim on my name
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| Hot as hell but like Heaven, bite yeps
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| A lot in braille on my seven, right hand
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| When the throbbing swell, I think I got impaled
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| I leave a soggen trail, I’m not fuzzing, like them
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| Sinking underneath, but what I’m really thinking is I wanna eat
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| But young defeats the tongue when you gun the teeth, swung the beast,
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| and everything becomes deceased
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| Suffocating in the best way
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| Like I’m wishing on my death day
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| But let’s say shortage of breath play
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| We really get the N9na really going like a jet may
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| I never stress hey I’m hella essed blay
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| Cause any given time I get the eck nay
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| I should invest pay to make the mesh stay
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| A fresh bae clean us how I get the ex ay
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| Can’t breathe like this, but I don’t see crisis
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| Extremely poetic one of my many vices
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| It’s a trippy time, I wanna hit rewind
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| Cause what I’m dealing with be the drippy kind
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| And when you sit feline on the dinner with a big behind
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| I really love it when we 69
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| Can’t breathe like this
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| Suffocating me
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough
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| I’m shaking underneath
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| But I can’t get enough |