Breathin' Room

Na give me breathin' room
And watch me disease
This tune
Disease this tune
Must be tripping
Super shrooms
Toss a body out
Balloons 'll make
The baby boom
No parachute
She gone need
A paramedic soon

As I float away faster
I swear to God
This could've been
On gangsta grills
You bastards
But it was made
Way after
So I turn up
The volume
And proceed
To getting plastered
Behind the wheel
Of something faster
A dasher
A full blown
Nascar
Dom in my passenger

10 seconds down the road
Here we go
Push the pedal to the
Mutha fucking flo'
To the mutha fucking flo'
Push the pedal to the
Mutha fucking flo'



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Gordon
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