You pull my head back, watch me bleed
I need it again
No time to move, can't even breathe
Your face is stuck in a magazine
Such a fitch
For once do something for yourself
So breathe
Breathe x3
You found me out somehow x4
We scratch and kick and pull and fight
And do it again
Well I do it wrong and you do it right
Go go go ahead << DJ scratching >>
And now years gone your so uptight
It gets so hard
All we have to do is fucking fight
So breathe
Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Breathe
Yeah Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Breathe
Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Breathe
You found me out somehow x8
<< Mark gibberishing lines in the background >>
It's all the same no matter what you say
I think I need it
You got the same no matter what you say
Yeah
The grass is greener in L.A. (just a suspect)
Everybody's dead in their own way
So breathe
Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Breathe
Yeah Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Breathe
Yeah << DJ scratching >>
Fuckin' breathe