Cause I'm breathing underwater, where there's no one, no one, nowhere
Cause I'm breathing underwater, where there's no one, no one, nowhere
Hold tight to my pen now, every day we wake up
Just to sell our souls out, or get stressed in all time
Cities on hellfire, blew out every light bulb
What was that I wished for?
Was it just a nightmare, my birthday, my funeral?
Did I die for nothing, instead of living for something?
Uneducated chit-chat, teddy bear terrorist
In the hands of our kids, it's where the track is
Music goes three, so it's so powerful
Ain't no second guessing, maybe you know the difference
Between just being alive and just
living
So lay out my demo, so put me in a limo
I'm a P-I-N-P, preaching in my poetry
Breathing underwater, beat the sun tomorrow
Listen quietly, feels like they all laughing at me
When the writing gets rough, when the writing gets rough
Cause I'm breathing underwater, where there's no one, no one, nowhere
Vendiendo mis palabras, el negocio está feo
A veces ya ni escribo, a veces ya ni creo
Le pongo a mi raíz, es un corte europeo
No importa donde estoy, ahí me llaman extranjero
Si fallo aquí yo sigo, fijo en mi camino
En guerra con mi lápiz, así me siento vivo
Trabajo como loco, por cosas que dan poco
Respiro bajo el agua, pero en aire me sofoco
Breathing underwater
Beat the sun tomorrow
Listen quietly, feels like they all laughing at me
When the writing gets rough, when the writing gets rough
Cause I'm breathing underwater, where there's no one, no one, nowhere
My pieces fall into pieces
I'm cutting my losses
Cutting my leashes
From the hypocrites, doubters, locusts and leeches
Money can't buy happiness, at least I can lease it
I'm not being facetious when I say I need Jesus
How can we follow leaders when we've got such hollow leaders?
I'm focused on the game, can't hear them booing from the bleachers
I'm focused on the game, can't even hear the cheerleaders
I'm focused on the game more than I'm focused on the fame
And I got that type of focus, turn my focus into flames
I got the style for Moses, hocus pocus ain't the same
I got the style for Moses, hocus pocus ain't the same
And if I am the Pharaoh, I can not end in my lane
How can I spit too deep?
I got millions of ancestors deep in the Atlantic
From when the slave traders came
And they still speaking through my veins
So when I'm breathing underwater, y'all saw that I was insane