Breathless Lyrics

Seventeen, put me on a magazine, shoutout KSC, that's the whole damn team

Microphone same damage as the stick, that shit hit you in the mufuckin' spleen

Tab's on the tongue got me in heaven, they use my history as a weapon

By the time I finish this song, I'm passed six sins, I'm on my seventh

Used to think that I was battling demons, pride in my soul got me demeaning

Preaching myself better than I was, I had to lock in and get to cleaning

Fortune that I saw or heard, had me so damn jealous

Ranting about their luck, I forgot to catch the air, that shit had me so breathless

Who he was isn't who I am, take a standing ovation

For my proclamations, stating late, my composition

Put the pen to paper, so damn witted

Been treading on a line thin, my palms is turning wicked

She forgot the fam up in the kitchen, that shit is more than just the whippets

My life getting spasmodic and my hands forever shaken

In this cold winter, feel the heat up on my shoulder, that man is fucking Satan

Smokesito, I'm always dreaming, fuck my introspective thinking

I'm not the man that I say I am, I'm just forever fucking weeping

We got it from here, thank you for your service

It's the same people who be clutching purses

To say who I am when they don't know the story

Then go to write threads 'bout me in a hurry

Look at your thinking first then reach back to me

This shit get worse than the bad and the ugly

I know my trilogy ain't a three peat, but I pray for grace just like Buckley

Hut, hut, hike like we dancing on those lines, like we in that mode

Competition tryna throw me off, tryna get me off the fucking road

Interesting how the biggest critics disappeared like Roanoke

Interesting how y'all not calling out shit, y'all ain't got no back bone

Then victimize yourselves like you never ever, ever, ever act wrong

Y'all forever outcasts in a world full of the roses, do not ask to me and do not impose it, I do not want your dosage

Seventeen, put me on a magazine, shoutout KSC, that's the whole damn team

Microphone same damage as the stick, that shit hit you in the mufuckin' spleen

Tab's on the tongue got me in heaven, they use my history as a weapon

By the time I finish this song, I'm passed six sins, I'm on my seventh

Used to think that I was battling demons, pride in my soul got me demeaning

Preaching myself better than I was, I had to lock in and get to cleaning

Fortune that I saw or heard, had me so damn jealous

Ranting about their luck, I forgot to catch the air, that shit had me so breathless