Breathless

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