breath of fresh air Someone's standing on my chest Dying, I'm asphyxiating myself (Breaking myself) Break myself, slave to my weakness Choke on my words
Pleading for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying I'm asphyxiating myself Break myself slave to my weakness choke on my words Oh
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a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying I'm asphyxiating myself Break myself slave to my weakness choke on my words Oh I'm drowning
for a breath of fresh air, someone's standing on my chest Dying I'm asphyxiating myself Break myself slave to my weakness choke on my words Oh I'm drowning
.J. bring that back) Stand up (Ahh) Stand up (Yeah) Stand up (Ahh) Stand up (Ahh) Stand up (Just like that?) Stand up (Just like that?) Stand up (Ahh) Stand
Andersson] I'm standing by the shelter lightning candles in the wind The cold wind with no mercy kills the surface on my chest I'm here all-alone, someone
stalled It's too dark, my world is in gloom Chest cold, my soul howls at the moon My mind spins, my sins crowd the room My heart don't skip it just
don't know that's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense, it's constant And oh it's
, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's
it's just the way I am Sometimes I just feel like my father, I hate to be bothered With all of this nonsense it's constant And, "Oh, it's his lyrical
bust you through your chest and Uhh, you will have to clean up the mess It's rainin', rainin' and it's pourin' loud Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's
building up, I've been sealed enough, My cup runneth over and filled it up, The pen explodes and busts, ink spills my guts You think all I do is stand here and feel my
fell through the flurries Hurry, don't worry cherry blow Go beyond wall rip a hardcore Right (chorus: U-God) Someone's knockin at the door Someone's
steady, rude boy, and the psr They got my back, o.g., you won't make it far I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to hurt Where can you keep a gat
