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Breathe | The Quits

Breathe by The Quits, released 23 January 2020 Chorus You won't let me sit down, Won't let me leave Won't give me no justice, and there's no peace You asking me answers and I can't speak I can't stand up I can't breathe First verse No sudden movements Or do it for my amusement You kinda fit description and my partner wants to lose it. If you ask us We just providing a solution Cause to me it seems the neighborhood can use some improvements You and your "Fam" out here Ain't nothing but pollutants Keep all your big words I know you speak that "Street" fluent Tell me what "set" you rep And all the people that you're cool with So me and my team can do our job And erase your influence We know your motives You in the streets for recruitment And every single thug in a hoodie is a student I know they got a weapon on their person I ain't stupid Got no issues filling them with lead Like Magneto the Mutant You've got Miranda's memorized So why go through it Keep arguing Catch 5 in your back In the confusion I know it's drugs your selling Know the lives that you've ruined World is much better without you Give me a reason to do it Chorus Second verse Save all your talk about your innocence Your lies are holographic Plus this grip on my hip Will have your lips sing operatic Have all the evidence I need appear like it was magic I'm the long arm of the law, I got that reach, go-go gadget Like every thug, You cause havoc where you in inhabit Pimp, pusher or prostitute Derelict or an addict I can push paperwork have these charges cling like static but "good people" are surrounded by your "stench" And I have had it. You and your kind out here Multiplying like rabbits I'm sick of your "drip", sick of your "wave" Sick of your "ratchet" Sick of your trap, Sick of your entire demographic I'm hoping to see the day When you extinct, Jurassic. Give me a reason To try out this automatic, Have this whole neighborhood Look like a Jonestown graphic With S.W.A.T. up and down you block Looking like bad traffic We just doing God's work Ridding this world of every savage. Chorus End