Текст песни Sun Breathing - Darren Isaiah

Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga
(He's dead)
Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga
Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga
(He's dead)
Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga
Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga

Spend a hundred days in Toronto, huh
Spend a hundred days in a poncho, huh
Head to McDonald's, get a combo, huh
Then head to an ex and hit the combo, uh
Fuck her like a ma' fucking bronco
Fuck her like a got damn Denver Bronco, huh
She asked me do I miss her; do I feel something?
Girl' I don't even feel nuttin'
When I'm still nuttin,' huh
I got my heart taken three years ago, huh
Her name was (blank), I still miss her though, huh
Kissing stray cats without a mistletoe, huh
Sold turn green like it's Piccolo, huh
Drowning all yo' sorrows in Pacific Oce, huh
Yea,' facing all yo' problems real difficult, huh
But my lifeline is on a bigger mission though
So, I ain't really got time to be bitching though, huh
They giving out jobs, made my own job
Income popping up like a dance mob
Stop blaming other people, solve your own problems
Self-accountability and become a god
Homie I ain't no god, I'm a damn slob
I'm a normal ass nigga, I am burger bob
Jay, Keith, and Prom, had them boys living large
I'm bout to turn point guard and just throw a lob

Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga
Born sinner
Grave digger
Dark nigga
Chalked nigga

One little, two little, three macarena
Four little, five little, six macarena
Seven little, eight little, nine macarena
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
One little, two little, three macarena
Four little, five little, six macarena
Seven little, eight little, nine macarena
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot