Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Breath, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song God of the Serengeti, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Last Breath |
I’m living on my last breath |
Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes |
Stumble as a back step |
Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame |
Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe |
I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final |
When you fade into a blacked out dream |
Until my last breath I hope my heart’s been fully accessed |
Past this and my regrets I hope you’re all in past tense |
Marry a girl with accents carry this world’s axis |
Make some major changes and some statements til I’m ashes |
And placed in hourglasses |
So you can turn me upside down and watch as time passes |
Drugs are bad habits before I’m in that casket |
And the happiness I’m searching for I hope I grasp it |
And hope I fully grab it and never take for granted |
All the luxuries in life and still believe in magic |
Look back at all my fans and know I made them track hits |
And I hope I never look for love, I hope that it just happens |
And if I have kids, I hope that it was stressful |
But worth it in the end because they all became successful |
And I hope my last breath was something truly breathful |
But worse I couldn’t say much more before I died and left you |
I’m living on my last breath |
Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes |
Stumble as a back step |
Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame |
Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe |
I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final |
When you fade into a blacked out dream |
Until my last breath, I’ll have death before dishonor |
I welcome drama with open arms and holdin' a lama |
My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana |
The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama |
I’m a warrior, I went into jail for the drama |
I’m the story of the terrorist cell of Osama |
I wanna never have birth and fail as a father |
I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana |
The half moon on the bank of the river’s devotion |
That’s the stab wound, born from the killer emotion |
I was enraged by darkness, militant motion |
I was embraced by the thought of distilling the ocean |
I would never question the power of God pain |
Until I saw his body the color of dark rain |
He recited the third chapter, Allah name |
And he ignited the third chapter, Allah flame |
I’m living on my last breath |
Hit a fork in the road and the devil occupies both lanes |
Stumble as a back step |
Feel the pressure on my soul as the air’s leaving out my frame |
Now breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe |
I’m living on my last breath it’s all final when it’s final |
When you fade into a blacked out dream |