| I’m living on my last breath
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| Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes
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| Stumble as a back step
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| Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame
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| Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
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| I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final
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| When you fade into a blacked out dream
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| Until my last breath I hope my heart’s been fully accessed
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| Past this and my regrets I hope you’re all in past tense
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| Marry a girl with accents carry this world’s axis
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| Make some major changes and some statements til I’m ashes
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| And placed in hourglasses
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| So you can turn me upside down and watch as time passes
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| Drugs are bad habits before I’m in that casket
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| And the happiness I’m searching for I hope I grasp it
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| And hope I fully grab it and never take for granted
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| All the luxuries in life and still believe in magic
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| Look back at all my fans and know I made them track hits
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| And I hope I never look for love, I hope that it just happens
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| And if I have kids, I hope that it was stressful
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| But worth it in the end because they all became successful
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| And I hope my last breath was something truly breathful
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| But worse I couldn’t say much more before I died and left you
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| I’m living on my last breath
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| Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes
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| Stumble as a back step
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| Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame
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| Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
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| I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final
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| When you fade into a blacked out dream
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| Until my last breath, I’ll have death before dishonor
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| I welcome drama with open arms and holdin' a lama
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| My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana
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| The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama
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| I’m a warrior, I went into jail for the drama
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| I’m the story of the terrorist cell of Osama
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| I wanna never have birth and fail as a father
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| I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana
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| The half moon on the bank of the river’s devotion
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| That’s the stab wound, born from the killer emotion
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| I was enraged by darkness, militant motion
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| I was embraced by the thought of distilling the ocean
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| I would never question the power of God pain
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| Until I saw his body the color of dark rain
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| He recited the third chapter, Allah name
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| And he ignited the third chapter, Allah flame
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| I’m living on my last breath
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| Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes
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| Stumble as a back step
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| Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame
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| Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
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| I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final
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| When you fade into a blacked out dream |