the human race Seemingly suspended upon space Twilight colored flakes of light Reminding me which way is right Now it's time to leave Need air to breathe
Translation: Trouble. Breathe.
the human race seemingly suspended upon space twilight colored flakes of light reminding me which way is right now it`s time to leave need air to breathe
sky, look at all those stars Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are It's one or another Between a rope and a bottle And I can tell you're having Trouble breathing
I've got talking sickness. Laredo number nine. I pull the pages over the line. Can you hear me? There's something wrong with me, I can't talk, I can't
time (girl I love, girl I love you) You look so deep You know that it humbles me, Your by my side and troubles them don't trouble me Many have called
them troubles them not trouble me Many have called but the chosen is you Whatever you want shawty I'll give it to you Your world is my world And my fight is your fight My breath
reach for you My heart beats for love, my heart beats for love It's the sound that I hear, tells me not to give up It breathes in my chest and it runs
You know I used hear a voice that said Trouble's coming, better stay in bed I was shocked, no, I couldn't believe My world rocked, it was news to me
s for all you n-ggas on lock down Really missing the bitch with the dick in her mouth Now she say she leaving, I say leave Shit I need ait to breath She
you all about it There's a she wolf in your closet Open up and set her free There's a she wolf in your closet Let it out so it can breathe Sitting
I will follow you at all Cos woman you?re my trouble And woman I?ve been trouble
I sleep at night Wish I could read your mind When you say my name And ya close in on me I can hardly breathe Boy you get me weak Trouble is this has
troubled mind You're the answer to my prayers and you're with me everywhere You're my angel, miracle, you're all I need tonight Give me shelter from the rain, you breathe
in trouble, I'm in real big trouble If this is the kind of love that the old folks used to warn me about Man, I'm in trouble, I'm in real big trouble
filling all space with song Creating, giving and integrating all moods Happiness and sorrow, joy and pain Remain the same as always As energy breathing
their heads now, how vile Only can eat things like pudding and apple sauce They never have to buy toothpicks or dental floss Hey, stand up Toothless people The breath
It's late and I'm feeling so tired Having trouble sleeping This constant compromise Between thinking and breathing Could it be I'm suffering Because
