Lyrics:

'Cause I'm breathing underwater

Where there's no one, no one nowhere

'Cause I'm breathing underwater

Where there's no one, no one nowhere



Hold down to my pen now

Everyday we wake up

Just to sell our souls out

Morgage stress in old town

Cities on hellfire

Blew out every lightbulb

What was that I wished for

Was it just a nigthmare

My birthday, my funeral

Did I die for nothing

Instead of living for something

Uneducated chit chat

Teddy bear terrorist

And I have the vile kit

It's where the track is

Music goes this so

It's so powerfull

Ain't no second guessing

Maybe you know the difference

What's between just being alive

And just living

Certanly I'm a gamble

Support me in a limo

I'm a P I M P

Preaching in my own tree



Breathing underwater

Meet the sun tomorrow

Listen quietly

Feels like they are laughing at me

When the writing gets rough

When the writing gets rough

'Cause I'm breathing underwater

Where there's no one, no one nowhere



Bendiendo mis palabras es negocio esta feo

A veces ya ni escribo, a veces ya ni creo

Le pongo a mi raiz un corte el europeo

No importa donde estoy ahi, me llama extranjero

Si faio ahi yo sigo fijo mi camino

En guerra con mi la pisa si me siento vivo

Trabajo como loco por cosas que dan poco

Respiro bajo el aqua pero en aire me sofoco



Breathing underwater

Meet the sun tomorrow

Listen quietly

Feels like they are laughing at me

When the writing gets rough

When the writing gets rough

'Cause I'm breathing underwater

Where there's no one, no one nowhere



My pieces falling to pieces

I'm cutting my losses, cutting my leashes

From the hypocrytes doubt us lock us and leaches money

Can't buy happiness at least I can lease it

I'm not being facetious when I say I need Jesus

How can we fallow leaders when we have such hallow leaders

I'm focused on the game, can't handle I'm the one from the bleaches

I'm focused on the game, can't even hear the cheerleaders

I'm focused on the game, more than I'm focused on the fame

And I got that type of focus turns my vocals into flames

I got to stop for Moses hocus pocus ain't the same

And if I am the Pharaoh I got nothing in my lane

How can I speak too deep, I got milions of ancestors

Deep in the Atlantic from where the slave traders came

And they still speaking trough my vein

So when I'm speaking underwater, you all thought I was insane