Live & Breathe - Missing Texture

If you breathin' tonight I need you to pass another light

I don’t think you understand, this the fight of my life

I see paramedics, EMTs, the cavalry hoe

Give me 6 shots and a motive, put 6 shots in your bro

Aye, I meditate then levitate these pussy boys still wanna hate

I choke his bitch- resuscitate

I did not mean to devastate

My whole damn life I’ve been waiting on a sign

Waiting on a woman, or just waiting on a high

Can y’all just tell me if you feel me?

Can you tell me if you’re here?

Waitin' for you to call me, for at least a couple years

Yeah my mmories, my families, they just don’t gt it bro

All the shit I’m out here doin' I can’t meet the status quo

Aye now what the fuck we rap about?- aye

What we sing about?

I rap about my life and my heart, homie hear me out

Too many fake fuckers steppin' up to the mic

We got liars and profilers think they got what I like

Had to turn a couple down, not gonna take a bag for likes

I surround myself with shooters, I suggest you ponder life

If you ain’t got shit to say brother, why’d you write it down?

Whether I make games or music- fuck it I’mma take the crown

I spend most of my time investing my thoughts into ideals

Like girl, hit me back, I know you know how I feel

Yeah my boys and I we hit the town

I’m buzzin' off a couple pounds

We run into the movies

When we leave I grab a smoothie so I’m laughing…

Heh, man we laughing-

Every time I check my phone I see a dozen people cappin'

What the fuck is that about?

Re-evaluate your route

Give more than like minute to the ones you care about

Say it loud, aye, huh, say that shit loud

Loud enough to hear from Johnson City to Seattle

Wanna hear your voice rumble

Wanna see your hands shake

Wanna see like every one of ya seize the damn day, hey

What do you say?

In the USA?

We come with guns, but, from the UK

I’m talkin' bout drum and bass

Run out the place, with no bally on my face

When I hop away and get tased

Poppin' pills was just a phase

I’m a brit but fuck the currency exchange

Brexit may leave but I’m still in the game

It’s the fourth of July, I’m amending the page

As I live and breathe, my team

Cooking up schemes of how to get into the scene

Come correct, and you better come clean

When you get wrecked, don’t test

Don’t let those times change you

Reading the times like a paper-view

When I’m in the boxing ring-

Don’t test that VEXX is next

When I die hope my soul goes to your dress

Tell me what a dealer man knows, what a dealer man grows

What a dealer man puts up his nose

Roll it, in a, note of the nose

Sniff it up, like it was snow in the globe

Slip into a life where I use rhyme to commit verbal genocide

Brains aside, I effectively use melodies to project vocabulary

So heavenly that it heals you eternally

Ever since I got denied homie, shit, I fell through

Hey but life is what you make of it, huh, and that’s true

Group me in with any crowd and I think I’d shine through

Like I’m Braving the Yankees with Red Sox, Babe Ruth

C’mon brodie what you wanna know?

Aye, pass another toke

I live and breathe the same as you, woah, aye

The more you know

You ain’t gotta go, aye

The more you know

You just gotta know

Man I need to grow

I just need to grow