Finesse. - Oxygen

Now I'm back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen

God forbid
I ain't someone you want problems with
Yeah I got a little bit
A lot to live
And I ain't never stopping now
Until the cops come in
Yeah that's who I am
And what I'm rocking with
Off the rip
Yeah I got no time
And tolerance
Show me what it's like
And be positive
But I got to get across this apocalypse
The opposite
So what else is the cause of it
Probably impossible and talkin shit
Recently a lot of it
Is not what it is
Never with the drama
Don't you start it with this
It ain't easy how it is
That's as far as it gets
Do it like no other
Not so hard to pretend
Yeah they take it personal
That's what I'm against
Depending on my benefit
It's all in a mix
And ever been since
I cannot really call what it is

Now I'm back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen
Back up in this bitch
Like once again
Furthermore
Like I'm running out of oxygen

Written by:
Jordan Willey, Lakota Swinamer Lane

Publisher:
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