Текст песни Coming Up for Air - Biv

Tip toe to my known souls
That come for whole
Piece by piece, I fold
Don't carry on
I never told, the keep, the toll
Is taking hold, all that I chose
Never understood a fucking thing
Rolling backwoods till the mind swing
Never been me, never gonna see me
That green, or that white on my sleeve
But prescriptions they bleed just for me
I scream please, don't ever leave
Another life will be, but hard to see, the past in me
Can't break me free
Please don't ever leave

I'm trying mama, papa, swear I promise
Shit been rough, it's tough with minimum dollars
I'll carry burdens, know this shit can bother
Never wanna bother, rather jump than harbor
All the thoughts I offer
She don't really want em
Fuck around and off her
I think shit is haunting
But better than your problems
But better than your problems
It's funny how my mind had been tip top
Tryna find a new truse to twist clocks
Fucked up how she fought twice to keep the heart locked
Now I'm fuckin around tryna make my shit stop

What you want, what you mothafuckas want
I been had it in the dark
It's never covering my thoughts
I'ma keep it where it starts
You a fucking lost cause
Speak on my flaws
But check yourself broad,
Your whole self esteem been criss crossed, your mind fucking tossed
But I'm the one that been lost
Fuck out my life
You could never be apart
I'm sending good thoughts
But keep my name out your mouth before my dick replace talk