Lyrics: (Hook) Killa Kane & Domameno: Said Why dont you just breathe in life? Try to feel the breeze in your windpipes (Verse 1) Killa Kane: I need to take a step here Get me some fresh air Ive been feelin live but theres still dead air Pressure Take a walk on mire, and admire architecture And every little step it took to get here I feel a mixture of content and just unaware A bliss I dont often get a chance to acknowledge And I capture this feeling unpolished in a promise to my own Even though im grown I found my happy place In PS2 and Podcasts (Shout out-Rap Critic & Mues as well as Asterios & Mumkey) Other than that its all bad But atleast I can relieve my nerve endings In that sweet, deep escapism Free your head and think different and make difference Cuz the brighter side might reside around the corner and maybe thats the reason why you wake up every mornin When droplets from the shower aint all that is pourin Just until you feel the need to feed off your endorphins Its normal Lifes too short Grudges too informal None of us are immortal So take a deep breath of your one and only source for Life Feel it more so in torso getting tight enjoy it 'for this life is forcin you to fold and die Its colder in the nights but I still enjoy the breeze got me feeling like the leaves grounded (Bridge) Killa Kane & Domameno: Bake in the sun all day like in Cujo I am the dog that doesnt talk like Pluto (Hook) (Verse 2) Domameno: Take a breath with me and see my specialty Suspects susceptible to what success is sending me Fuck Wheres the sense in me These others die with only cents to see Attentively the butterfly disintegrating centipedes The scent will seem like shedding seeds Like setting reach And suddenly The team inseparably Defending dreams Attending ten tenors Benders got the beat Swingin seams Endin when we're never better Cuz my joy is only for the make believe Tip of the top and im back to the flow Hip to the hop and a tip to the toe We dont drip our own drops cuz its bad for the dough Live off the clock and we stand by the road Sift through the shots for a plan of our own These gifts from god to be damned alone Fit into the odds in the land of chrome Hippies with a cause to abandon home I get what I got and I got to go No i cant really talk to you on the phone Chillin with the homies and we gonna get stoned Killa Kane brought the blunt to punch you in the dome Yeah, and we've died for less and im tired of stress But tied to the mess and we'll never rest Atleast til death and fire at best Fuck who gonna be When its only time to breathe And you choose instead to leave Where your heart is Stick to your sleeve Or Stick to your guns, and its pow pow Pick up and run, need it right now Shit, are you done, I am so proud Had a little fun with your know how And we be on our toes In the end tryin for all our goals Had to bring the flow So that you would say its dope Shit thats just how it goes When all your friends is all your foes Hate the highs, but you love the lows And you live off lies, but die off hope! (Bridge) (Hook) (Verse 3) Killa Kane: And I dont live life by what I can get off it They wanna idolize the money tryna make a prophet So what exactly does by happiness If not credit establishment Is it the pageant kid or is it the scientist? Is it the kid with lots of friends Who doesnt have to play pretend Wasnt me Cuz make believe became reality and was my creative outlet Its all I need like fuck your counsellin There aint a damn thing wrong with me Im just a little quiet Im just a little high like a pilot til my buzz crash Then get back to the saddness from the months passed Thats when I take a step, and Get me some fresh air Get back on track like out soles on asphalt textures Remember castles lessen when assholes learn they lesson Enemies are gatorade haters so we dont sweat em Free your perception of perfect Drop your leverage Forgive collectively Still remain a restless soul conceptually When they effectively mess with me Cuz lifes been a series of tests to me For what, so mutts can make less of me? Nu uh, I aint fuckin with that (Outro) Killa Kane: See I dont need shit but my homies, and a blunt To gather all emotions and compose them into songs and always keep it Roman C cuz if you know me You know that I dont front
