'Cause I'm breathing underwater
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Where there's no one, no one nowhere
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'Cause I'm breathing underwater
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Where there's no one, no one nowhere
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Hold down to my pen now
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Everyday we wake up
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Just to sell our souls out
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Morgage stress in old town
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Cities on hellfire
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Blew out every lightbulb
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What was that I wished for
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Was it just a nigthmare
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My birthday, my funeral
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Did I die for nothing
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Instead of living for something
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Uneducated chit chat
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Teddy bear terrorist
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And I have the vile kit
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It's where the track is
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Music goes this so
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It's so powerfull
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Ain't no second guessing
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Maybe you know the difference
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What's between just being alive
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And just living
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Certainly I'm a gamble
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Support me in a limo
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I'm a P I M P
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Preaching in my own tree
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[Chorus]
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Breathing underwater
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Meet the sun tomorrow
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Listen quietly
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Feels like they are laughing at me
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When the writing gets rough
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When the writing gets rough
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'Cause I'm breathing underwater
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Where there's no one, no one nowhere
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[Verse]
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Bendiendo mis palabras es negocio esta feo
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A veces ya ni escribo, a veces ya ni creo
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Le pongo a mi raiz un corte el europeo
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No importa donde estoy ahi, me llama extranjero
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Si faio ahi yo sigo fijo mi camino
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En guerra con mi la pisa si me siento vivo
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Trabajo como loco por cosas que dan poco
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Respiro bajo el aqua pero en aire me sofoco
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[Chorus]
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Breathing underwater
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Meet the sun tomorrow
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Listen quietly
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Feels like they are laughing at me
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When the writing gets rough
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When the writing gets rough
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'Cause I'm breathing underwater
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Where there's no one, no one nowhere
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[Verse]
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My pieces falling to pieces
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I'm cutting my losses, cutting my leashes
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From the hypocrytes doubt us lock us and leaches money
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Can't buy happiness at least I can lease it
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I'm not being facetious when I say I need Jesus
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How can we fallow leaders when we have such hallow leaders
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I'm focused on the game, can't handle I'm the one from the bleaches
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I'm focused on the game, can't even hear the cheerleaders
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I'm focused on the game, more than I'm focused on the fame
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And I got that type of focus turns my vocals into flames
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I got to stop for Moses hocus pocus ain't the same
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And if I am the Pharaoh I got nothing in my lane
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How can I speak too deep, I got milions of ancestors
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Deep in the Atlantic from where the slave traders came
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And they still speaking trough my vein
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So when I'm speaking underwater, you all thought I was insane
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Breathin' Under Water
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