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b cyde – breathe كلمات اغاني

verse 1:
sometimes i feel like/ takin a break/
from doin music/ cause the fakes/
keep claimin that that they heard my tape/ but they didn’t/it irritates
my soul/ but i know it’s apart of the game/
and if i wanna last long/then i just gotta maintain/
but man how do i stay calm when every track/
that i send to a blog/gets sent back/with a note attached/
makin me feel all kinds of wack/
my brain is steady tryna tell me to calm down/ but forget that/
i spent 24 hours tryna perfect them sounds in that song/
and i know my joint be bangin in the street/
but c’mon man/ the least that you can do is tell me that you like the beat/
i gotta get a hold of myself because i’m trippin/flippin out on blogs who mean well/
sendin critiques to my email/ that’s constructive/
gotta chill with the behavior that’s destructive/
to my career/ i keep on actin out/ then respect is gon disappear/
so this is what we gon do/ imma just try again/
and comfort the worried kid within and try to tell him

[c] breath in, calm down/ that day will come around/when pretty much everybody gonna ‘preciate your sound

verse 2:
before i started recording this/ i had to slap myself in the face cause
i thought that i was a disgrace/
cause i couldn’t tear up the place/ last year and the year before that
dudes antic-p-ted that i would fall flat/
even callin some of my tracks wack/but it’s cool/
because the ones who did hear em told me that they was fire/
them be the same folks that make me not wanna retire early/
but there’s some folks who think that b cyde is joking/
when i say that this time imma leave that microphone smokin/
see y’all thought i was done, didn’t y’all (yeah)/
thought i was gon fall? (um)/ but i’m on my way to the top/
while i’m having a ball/
i spent all day tryna convince my self i got this/
you think i’m bout to y’all bring me down/ y’all can get the fist/
and i see some of y’all laughin but it ain’t no stress/
lord knows, i’m glad i’m getting some of this up off my chest/
and if you feel the same way/ let this song play in yo ear/
cause you ain’t got no fear/ now let the world you here

[e] now breath in, now breath out (x8)

- b cyde

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