Lyrics
Rest In Peace to all these peasants
Ain’t no pressure in they state of mind
Bury ‘em with their demons
And their dollar signs bitch
No athlet-us or track kleet-us
And no negus in the system
I don’t know what imma do
When both my parents die, shit
So I clutter my wrist
And I flutter my fist
Till I can’t see you through the red
That’s in my fucking eyes bitch
Can she hear me in her car
Or should I redefine shit
Are my arteries apart
Or can I realign, shit
Never thought I’d ask a star
If I should redefine, shit
Every night I ask the ashes
Should I reignite this like...
(It’s getting harder and harder
To breathe
Yeah it’s getting harder and harder
To breathe
And a part of my heart wants to leave
It’s getting harder and harder)
Damn, I’m sorry. Sometimes,
I just wanna fight shit
But I cannot kill the prey
Up out my knuckles like shit
So instead I’ll send a message
To the people, like Tip
Then from blowing out their speakers,
Their receivers die, shit
Non-believers, I could turn ‘em
To my legion like shit
I’m on my Leonidas shit
Like am I even tight with them
If I’m away, I beg and plead ‘em
When I’m home, I do not see ‘em
I don’t know to many n*****
Like I’m gentrified, shit
That’s the shift I might miss
Bic on flicker light switch
Maybe smoke will get me closer
To my people like, shit
I should do pull-ups on the train
I’ll carry a pipe, shit
I should take a life, shit
I should get indicted
I’ll add three letters to my name
Get some features like, shit
Never seeing my kids
It keeps me alive, shit
(It keeps me alive, shit)
I'm just a lunar boozer user
Music computer producer
Use a demisemiquaver quick
Loser
Mover
Future ruler
Never been to lollapalooza
Never spent a dollar to seduce a bitch
Soothe an itch
Move a brick
Prove my shit
I’m a human improver
Super trooper
Future groover
Make a maneuver
Made it smoother
Martin Luther
Not the junior
Wouldn’t be proud of me
Look in the crowd to see
If I sound out of key
I let life devour me
Shit
It’s getting harder and harder
To breathe
Yeah it’s getting harder and harder
To breathe
And a part of my heart wants to leave
It’s getting harder and harder)
Written by: Grant Mitchell Glazier, Kenyon Universal Hunte