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[Chorus]
In America you ll never be free
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Damn, can t a nigga just breathe?

Braveheart, still QB s Finest
Grinding, enough diamonds to change the climate
Not only do you see a nigga shining, you can see a nigga breathe

Jewels enchanted like they was new from Atlantis
Cruise with the hammer, jealous heart, they can t stand him
Haters are scandalous, damn, can t a nigga just breathe?

To all my niggas getting money in the streets
Middle fingers up, fuck the police
Light up my trees, and I just breathe

[Verse 1]
I twist em, baby mama beef victim
Chronic leaf hittin , all kinds of heat with him, wisdom
From pot to piss in to high position
Intense hustle, it s pain like a pinched muscle
Til it rains and my Timbs stain my socks
Til I dodge enough shots, and the presiding judge slams a mallet
And says life I ma guap, then I cop
Then I yacht, Then I dock
Island hopping away from nightmare holders
Or cowboy slingers who shoot up any club
That see they names ring loud on some FBI poster
Must be on Ex or he coked up, suggesting I post a
Bail, I m like yes, cause we soldiers
We just getting older, in time, we still in our prime
I can t afford a new arrest on my folder
Nigga breathe

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I m fresh out of city housing, and have too many options
Pennies on a pension or penitentiary bounded
Plenty henna in me, envy was simply they trend, see
My enemy was every hater that was bigger than me
The high life, the fly life
Pierre Hardy, imitation of Christ
Ice-wear gaudy, since 94 flossy
The Lex was an excellent choice, now fast forward me
The pestilence of the ghetto informed me
As a shorty, to push nothin less than a 740
With fresh linens, sip Pellegrinos with Airs on
They sick, mixing they water with airborne

[Outro]
Oh, they so sick!
Look how I got em going crazy, look at that!
You gotta let it out, stress...ain t good man
You gotta breathe

Breathe...
America, we gotta be free

Breathe... [x4]

You are
waiting by the phone
you are
thinkin’ more and more
you are
creating pain
you are
stain on my brain
i don’t want to
wait for your call
i don’t want to
see you anymore
take yourself out of my head
go the hell to another...

Welcome to Hollywood Girl
My dance has passed.

Welcome to Hollywood girl.
Wake the fuck up in Hollywood whore.
Combine the throbbin in my head
with the rhythm of my fucking feet.
Say a novena for all those lost
and read the bloodstains on the sheets.
I ve whored myself...

It s been about a couple of days gone by
When i last saw you
When you said bye-bye
Then you walked away and left me alone
All get is a dial tone
When i call your phone
Occasionally i ll roll about your way
I thought about the words...

It s a wet and windy day
a day to lose or through away
it makes me wonder why we
ever got up at all
there s not a lot to do at home
we ve done it all before
another wested sunday

Lugna vatten

Det var med honung i sin mun
Och dofterna av sol
Han reste sig mot vinderna
Och med kraften i hans blick
Med hettan i hans hud
Kom rodnaden om kinderna
Han fick sommaren
att flyta i min hand

Som lugna...