Sun Breathing

Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga (he’s dead) Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga (he’s dead) Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga Spend a hundred days in Toronto, huh Spend a hundred days in a poncho, huh Head to McDonald’s, get a combo, huh Then head to an ex and hit the combo, uh F*ck her like a ma’ fucking bronco F*ck her like a got damn Denver Bronco, huh She asked me do I miss her; do I feel something? Girl’ I don’t even feel nuttin’ When I’m still nuttin,’ huh I got my heart taken three years ago, huh Her name was (blank), I still miss her though, huh Kissing stray cats without a mistletoe, huh Sold turn green like it’s Piccolo, huh Drowning all yo’ sorrows in Pacific Oce, huh Yes,’ facing all yo’ problems real difficult, huh But my lifeline is on a bigger mission though So, I ain’t really got time to be bitching though, huh They giving out jobs, made my own job Income popping up like a dance mob Stop blaming other people, solve your own problems Self-accountability and become a god Homie I ain’t no god, I’m a damn slob I’m a normal ass nigga, I am burger bob Jay, Keith, and Prom, had them boys living large I’m bout to turn point guard and just throw a lob Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga Born sinner Grave digger Dark nigga Chalked nigga One little, two little, three macarena Four little, five little, six macarena Seven little, eight little, nine macarena Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot One little, two little, three macarena Four little, five little, six macarena Seven little, eight little, nine macarena Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot