Saint-Pierre de Grande - Breath

Wearing strips on my sleeve in blackout
High feels and low life at rack out
Constantly I wanna spit to mic out
But collection 4 won't help my neck, out
Of this trash, of the fence of my zone
Thoughts that I, I can't be all alone
My mind is rolling faster, I'm groping 'em in cluster
Need an island of calmness and get rest
And my eyes can't see the whole for now
Magical things I can't feel all for now
My line frequently wheeling again for now
My dreams enjoying to heat the pain in me for now
I just wanna breath
Air makes me cough
My mates my diary live
I'm emotional thief
I just wanna breath
Air makes me cough
My mates my diary live
I'm emotional thief
I'm still riding on yellow label
In my pocket black paper, gonna unravel
I was on my own in my own place
I'ma do it on my own in my own case
I'll shape my form, I'll shape and turn
Around the morning I'm still so boring
Found some trees, I'm gonna bis
I'm planning to, so many things
Hit so different, my heart and eyes
Feed with more, myself trasher lies
To some, I'm just cutting corners
Chilling at the stop, like a stoner
I just wanna breath
Air makes me cough
My mates my diary live
I'm emotional thief
I just wanna breath
Air makes me cough
My mates my diary live
I'm emotional thief

Written by:
Тимофей Кузнецов

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