Breeze
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Hands on the wheel will you help me to feel anything but yourself
It appears every time that I peer in the rear view mirror
It's just bad for my health
Hands to myself, sitting back rhymin'
Broke and in college, prolly eating ramen
Still we make progress
Word to Nip when it feels late then you know its Perfect Timing
You still look like what I'm used to baby
You still looking for that real You, baby
Uh, hope you find it out
Working on two degrees so you grind it out
And before you make it big I have the urge to shout
Like: I knew about this girl before they found you out, I'm like
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Blessing in disguise I was stuck in the town
While the bros ran around
Learned to keep my head down, feet in bounds, stay running
While everybody else ran they mouth
Made me reminisce on the times
When my parents moved West from the South
And spent every last dollar so that I could white collar
And they didn't miss rent on the house
That was up in Twinbrook that was where the wins took time
I was busy running round like a kid should
Now I look at all the toys that they bought me it got me to cry
Man its beauty in the pain bruh
When I think of all the things that I wanna do for 'em
I know damn well who I'm gone be
And I think about you time to time when the cars slow down
And I'm looking at the leaves, yeah
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Hands on the wheel will you help me to feel anything but yourself
It appears every time that I peer in the rear view mirror
It's just bad for my health
Hands to myself, sitting back rhymin'
Broke and in college, prolly eating ramen
Still we make progress
Word to Nip when it feels late then you know its Perfect Timing
You still look like what I'm used to baby
You still looking for that real You, baby
Uh, hope you find it out
Working on two degrees so you grind it out
And before you make it big I have the urge to shout
Like: I knew about this girl before they found you out, I'm like
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Blessing in disguise I was stuck in the town
While the bros ran around
Learned to keep my head down, feet in bounds, stay running
While everybody else ran they mouth
Made me reminisce on the times
When my parents moved West from the South
And spent every last dollar so that I could white collar
And they didn't miss rent on the house
That was up in Twinbrook that was where the wins took time
I was busy running round like a kid should
Now I look at all the toys that they bought me it got me to cry
Man its beauty in the pain bruh
When I think of all the things that I wanna do for 'em
I know damn well who I'm gone be
And I think about you time to time when the cars slow down
And I'm looking at the leaves, yeah
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
Whippin' on E, car boutta crash but I swear God I feel so free
Ain't nobody see it like me, ain't nobody feel this breeze, yuh
They love trauma and commas, they never talk about peace
Yeah I still think about you. Do you still think about me
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Writer(s): Kevin Cho
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