Testo let it breathe - Gunna feat. Roddy Ricch
Testo della canzone let it breathe (Gunna feat. Roddy Ricch), tratta dall'album One of Wun
Yeah, yeah
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way
Uh, mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind givin' advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
I'm still waitin' on my moment, give a damn about my opponent
Got some M's and teleported, I secure my needs
Flyin' all 'cross the border, watch me spread my wings
Thankful for my mother and for pops plantin' the seed
Half the time a war start from envious and greed
Every time I rock a show, my fans don't wanna leave
Workin' out in boxin' mode, we trainin', we like Creed
We trainin', we like Creed (trainin', we like Creed), oh-oh (oh-oh)
Pop a few, I'm geekin' on shrooms (shrooms)
Call your bitch, tell her link, she comin' through, yeah (yeah)
I'm healin' up, but my insides still bruised (still bruised)
Just hold ten, I'm just startin' to get a groove (yeah)
Bought some Perc' tens for my man, I took two (I took two)
These niggas real hos and they talk more than the news (yeah)
I'm a big dawg and these lil' niggas poodles
Chasin' big racks, I ain't worried 'bout who's who
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way
Uh, mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind givin' advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
Lately, I've been slow to speak, still stay out they reach
Contemplatin' my sins, I'm pacin', I been losin' sleep
The AC blastin', my tires all screech
Plottin' on grindin', I've been curvin' all the speed
Still movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust (movin' on my 'lone 'cause it's hard to trust)
I showed you real love, you ain't have to stab me in my back, it was only us
Fuck 'em, I went black card, biggest yachty on the dock
Play my role and Maybach, Double-R, I ghost 'em all
Quick to follow protocol, might get them folks involved
Flirtin' with promethazine, sippin' had me dozin' off
Even though the paper straight
I'ma chase a billion, I remember comin' out Section 8
Now I got expensive taste, take your bitch and levitate her
Just hit the Miami island house, my room got elevator
I ain't been havin' time, I'm on my grind, it's all fate
Grind, applyin' pressure in a hard way (it's all fate)
Uh, mind over matter when the war came
I was blinded by that light, now I see everything
Don't mind givin' advice, but I can't sell a dream
Had to take the time and I'ma let it breathe (oh)
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Writer(s): Sergio Kitchens, Amman Nurani, Kenneth Redfield Jr, Harrison Song, Roderick Wayne Moore
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