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bonelang – breathe slow lyrics

breathe slow

(samy.language)
i think i drink too much
i’m sorry mama
my head is spinning like
the tops of helicopters
i’ve been downright doomed since day one
i just got to tell the ones i love proper

do you got the moxie, son?
do you got the rocks?
do you got the sand, my man?
do you got the chops?
do you got the b-lls to tell the
ones you love, that know you’re lost
that you don’t want to be found
that pushing up daisies actually sounds
like a decent–ss workout, (blaow)

how is one homesick without a home to be sick from?
why do my senses stop at five when i know there’s a sixth one?
why’s everyone think we’re friends after a handshake or a fist bump?
why does my heart start racing now when i twist one
and lift up?

god, why do i get walked on?
drop a ‘helicop’ on me like abbottabad
post blame, then p-ss it off like john stockton
like
god, why do i get stepped on?
big brother’s got his head on straight
and i’m the dead son, called a chicken
like szechuan
bate
irate, i say i date one high caliber woman
good lookin’
hide my ugliness so she don’t pack up and book it
i’m sorry, i don’t know how to make that hood sh-t
it’s not me
and i’m not here to pretend
i’m here to relate, lend, equate, bend, transcend

hook:

breathe slow, smooth low

i wouldn’t call it hiding
but i’d call it a getaway
i’m bedding down on my own in the back lands forever

(matt bones)
my woman thinks too much
she saw the doctor
he threw my woman out ’cause she weren’t acting proper
you say you’re feelin’ well but you know i have my doubts
so tell me darlin’ what have you been thinking about
we spent that night in the back of a jeep
in the lot out back of home depot
we sat in back where the windows were tinted
tryin’ to stay incognito
i leaned back on the p-ssenger seat and put my feet up on the wheel well
i stared blank at the street lights tryin’ not to not feel what she felt
i held her head, held her head in my hands as she sobbed herself to sleep
i picked up her notebook and found the songs she wrote about me
i stroked her hair with my left hand while my right pick-pocketed razors up out of her pockets
wanting nothing more than to want her because she wanted nothing more than to be wanted and whispered

(breathe slow, smooth low) x2

i stayed on edge and didn’t sleep most nights
i kept my phone on ring and got called from the hospital once or twice
she told me she thought of suicide as tying up loose ends i
got sloppy, messed around, and fell in love with her best friend

(hook)

i fill my lungs up slow
because i gotta
because i oughta
x4

- bonelang lyrics

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