Breathe
by Yeat

Album: 2093 (2024)
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  • Breathe
    Breathe
    Breathe
    Breathe

    I was bored, bought a jet, made a billion (breathe)
    Nah, fuck that bitch, I need a trillion (breathe)
    Nah, fuck that bitch, I need to feel it (breathe)
    Make me so damn mad, make me feel it (breathe)
    I won't ever give you time to (breathe)
    I won't ever give a fuck if you (breathe)
    I don't really give a fuck 'bout you (breathe)
    You need to chill, you need to breathe (breathe)
    I'ma ask you to leave (breathe)
    Yeah, my money so deep (breathe)
    And as far as I could tell, they wanna sound like me (breathe)
    They wanna be like me

    I'ma cut it open, I'm doing surgery
    And that limelight make 'em go insane
    Yeah, I make 'em go insane
    Why the fuck would you come? (Yeah)
    When you level up, you makin' money, billion
    And you make your money taller than the ceiling
    I told you, I lost all feeling
    Hold your breath 'til you pass out
    I hope to God you crash out
    I recommend you cash out (yeah)
    Heard you went up, now you going down (yeah)
    Know you know I don't stress
    I could not care less
    But she know I'm the best
    Got 'em turning they heads

    I know I'm a asshole
    I know when I dip and go
    I know when I lose control
    Got the system on overload (yeah)
    I don't fuck with you, squish you like a bug
    They ain't fuck with me, so it's fake love
    I won't shake your hand, bitch, you need a glove
    Wash the blood of my hands, I need Dove
    I said fuck love, bitch, I need a tug
    I make a fuck ton of money, you make none
    I hit home-runs, bitch, you 'bout to bunt
    I don't breathe 'cause it's fun (breathe)

    I was bored, bought a jet, made a billion (breathe)
    Nah, fuck that bitch, I need a trillion (breathe)
    Nah, fuck that bitch, I need to feel it (breathe)
    Make me so damn mad, make me feel it (breathe)
    I won't ever give you time to (breathe)
    I won't ever give a fuck if you (breathe)
    I don't really give a fuck 'bout you (breathe)
    You need to chill, you need to breathe (breathe)
    I'ma ask you to leave (breathe)
    Yeah, my money so deep (breathe)
    And as far as I could tell, they wanna sound like me
    They wanna be like me

    I'ma cut it open, I'm doing surgery
    And that limelight make 'em go insane
    Yeah, I make 'em go insane
    Why the fuck would you come? (Yeah)
    When you level up, you makin' money, billion
    And you make your money taller than the ceiling
    I told you, I lost all feeling
    Hold your breath 'til you pass out
    I hope to God you crash out
    I recommend you cash out (yeah)
    Heard you went up, now you going down (yeah)
    Know you know I don't stress
    I could not care less
    But she know I'm the best Writer/s: Bart van Hoewijk, Noah Smith
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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