Breathe

January

If I was out in LA

I'd be living good

If I was staying in the H

I'd be living good

I be walking 'round in Naptown like who out here

Man, who out here

Man, who out here

She young, so she just want the paper

As she should

Drugs and bodies in her bank

She living good

She went to church as a youngin

She went to church as a youngin

Said every now and then when she gets weak

She talks to God, just wanting him to speak

Tryin to find her way when she can't breathe

So hard to breathe

It was to be just once

As a lion I would eat and she would feed me lust

Have you ever been on fire? You could treat my lungs

You the prettiest of flowers, now just feel my tongue

This kind of feels like love and she wants to feel for once

All her morals out the window when I'm deep in her

I'm talking all the way, all the way, all the way

All she know is that her legs feel weak

She's crying out, 'cause right now she can't speak

I think I feel her soul, I tell her breathe

So hard to breathe