Breath

Wearing strips on my sleeve in blackout High feels and low life at rack out Constantly I wanna spit to mic out But collection 4 won't help my neck, out Of this trash, of the fence of my zone Thoughts that I, I can't be all alone My mind is rolling faster, I'm groping 'em in cluster Need an island of calmness and get rest And my eyes can't see the whole for now Magical things I can't feel all for now My line frequently wheeling again for now My dreams enjoying to heat the pain in me for now I just wanna breath Air makes me cough My mates my diary live I'm emotional thief I just wanna breath Air makes me cough My mates my diary live I'm emotional thief I'm still riding on yellow label In my pocket black paper, gonna unravel I was on my own in my own place I'ma do it on my own in my own case I'll shape my form, I'll shape and turn Around the morning I'm still so boring Found some trees, I'm gonna bis I'm planning to, so many things Hit so different, my heart and eyes Feed with more, myself trasher lies To some, I'm just cutting corners Chilling at the stop, like a stoner I just wanna breath Air makes me cough My mates my diary live I'm emotional thief I just wanna breath Air makes me cough My mates my diary live I'm emotional thief