Текст песни Live & Breathe - Missing Texture

If you breathin' tonight I need you to pass another light
I don't think you understand, this the fight of my life
I see paramedics, EMTs, the cavalry hoe
Give me 6 shots and a motive, put 6 shots in your bro
Aye, I meditate then levitate these pussy boys still wanna hate
I choke his bitch- resuscitate
I did not mean to devastate
My whole damn life I've been waiting on a sign
Waiting on a woman, or just waiting on a high
Can y'all just tell me if you feel me?
Can you tell me if you're here?
Waitin' for you to call me, for at least a couple years
Yeah my memories, my families, they just don't get it bro
All the shit I'm out here doin' I can't meet the status quo
Aye now what the fuck we rap about?- aye
What we sing about?
I rap about my life and my heart, homie hear me out
Too many fake fuckers steppin' up to the mic
We got liars and profilers think they got what I like
Had to turn a couple down, not gonna take a bag for likes
I surround myself with shooters, I suggest you ponder life
If you ain't got shit to say brother, why'd you write it down?
Whether I make games or music- fuck it I'mma take the crown
I spend most of my time investing my thoughts into ideals
Like girl, hit me back, I know you know how I feel
Yeah my boys and I we hit the town
I'm buzzin' off a couple pounds
We run into the movies
When we leave I grab a smoothie so I'm laughing...
Heh, man we laughing-
Every time I check my phone I see a dozen people cappin'
What the fuck is that about?
Re-evaluate your route
Give more than like minute to the ones you care about
Say it loud, aye, huh, say that shit loud
Loud enough to hear from Johnson City to Seattle
Wanna hear your voice rumble
Wanna see your hands shake
Wanna see like every one of ya seize the damn day, hey
What do you say? In the USA?
We come with guns, but, from the UK
I'm talkin' bout drum and bass
Run out the place, with no bally on my face
When I hop away and get tased
Poppin' pills was just a phase
I'm a brit but fuck the currency exchange
Brexit may leave but I'm still in the game
It's the fourth of July, I'm amending the page
As I live and breathe, my team
Cooking up schemes of how to get into the scene
Come correct, and you better come clean
When you get wrecked, don't test
Don't let those times change you
Reading the times like a paper-view
When I'm in the boxing ring-
Don't test that VEXX is next
When I die hope my soul goes to your dress
Tell me what a dealer man knows, what a dealer man grows
What a dealer man puts up his nose
Roll it, in a, note of the nose
Sniff it up, like it was snow in the globe
Slip into a life where I use rhyme to commit verbal genocide
Brains aside, I effectively use melodies to project vocabulary
So heavenly that it heals you eternally
Ever since I got denied homie, shit, I fell through
Hey but life is what you make of it, huh, and that's true
Group me in with any crowd and I think I'd shine through
Like I'm Braving the Yankees with Red Sox, Babe Ruth
C'mon brodie what you wanna know?
Aye, pass another toke
I live and breathe the same as you, woah, aye
The more you know
You ain't gotta go, aye
The more you know
You just gotta know
Man I need to grow
I just need to grow