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east flatbush project - inhale lyrics

[verse 1, stress]
well excuse me
take a few minutes to mellow out
that n+gga stress is on the mic and imma yell it out
watch me when i bellow out
words that you can speak and spell it out
go sleep, freak and tell about
each keep balin’ out
got the cop [pin in ya jet?]
whether you hear that stress [of dark sh+t on request?]
the block thickens the best
steal the show from anyone who feel they got it on smash
smash him, then i’m lock+pickin’ the rest
see it’s a battle of the mind
when i’m always in the front, and you stragglin’ behind
don’t try to rеad me, my penmanship’s not legiblе
but when i scribble, still turn brains to vegetables
i’m fly enough to sleep on the breeze
you speak [?], breathe snow and use a cloud for my pillow
you wonder why your girl’s backstage playing organ donor
when you the type to make her proud of a d+ld+
on the real bro, f+ck medicine
my words’ll be enough to make a pill glow
and the flow’s h+twenty
mix the two together and watch your chest turn brillow
outbreaks of airborne virus
any time stress pen graze papyrus
haze in the climate
i maze in a giant hand smack a n+gga if he break his silence
it pays to be quiet
inhale

[chorus]
inhale
let the music just fill up your lungs and exhale
light it up and take a hit of the drums and inhale
keep going till your body gets numb and exhale
now let the words just roll off your tongue

[verse 2, fallon]
it’s like i walk with my pen man
while y’all in the bucket crawlin’ out of the quick sand
i think i made it far in the club with my wristband
you up in my ear and i’m barely listening, so stop whispering
i might swell out my head so i’m standing on the wall
these shoes are too tight but i can’t take em off
we all pause in the point of dance+floor applause an’
i wanna have a drink but you know how much that tip be costin’
in the bathroom you gotta leave a tip
she sittin’ on the stool and ain’t even done sh+t
i can’t find my homegirl who i came with, til the
end of the night i been ready to split
i call it quits when the lights come on and this dude i been dancin’ with is looking dead wrong
paid twenty dollars and they ain’t play my song
same sh+t, different night, in the car headed home
[chorus]
inhale
let the music just fill up your lungs and exhale
light it up and take a hit of the drums and inhale
keep going till your body gets numb and exhale
now let the words just roll off your tongue

- east flatbush project lyrics

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