[Intro: sampled]

Eyy, Just Breathe x3

[Verse 1: Robert Martino]

See I’m skating through life
Eggs over easy, keep it tight
Drinking vodka and some scotch
Two glasses over with the ice
And I put that shit on fire
As I'm tossing a ball
Yeah I'm tripping on the court
Now were running into walls
Then I go and stall cause I can’t hit the three
Because I’m just a short kid training back in saffron city
I’m looking at 10 year old me, like that shit was a dream
Always running round the world with pikachu and the team
But see PHYSC, see Yeah, I never became a master
The only thing I’ve ever mastered is how get plastered
And look I’m a basterd, always rhyming about her
Acting like I’m a not an ass, you know its just to reassure
That deep down I’m really good, rapping in my hood
Rocking top shelf brands just because you know I could
Acting hyper, with my sniper, L11, when I find her
Got you crying in diapers
Got you crying from spiders
Placing fear in your eyes, like this shit was ghost rider
And you know I had to brag because this shit is like cider
It's so cold, and so smooth, it flys down like a glider
And hey on that note, ahem, your girls who I desire
You I had to go there, up in hair
I was tryna not to stare, had me hooked, when I was there
She ripped off all my clothes and had me opened up like a book
Then thats when we shut the door, and the whole room shook
Like, Breathe

[Verse 2: Robert Martino]

See I’m tryna gain respect
But I’m being throw down
Hands tied behind my back
I don’t even make a sound
There holding me up with a knife to my neck
Thinking how the we get him to cut us in on a check

And see I don’t ball, and I don’t free throw
But I’m young and hungry like davis, Still gotta eat tho
Still need the cheat codes, Still rocking street clothes
Sorry I don’t rap about pushing a fucking kilo

Look, see, I keep it real
I keep it tens and twenties
While you tryna seal the deal

I rap about my childhood
The things that probably could
Not the things I should of done while I hiding under my hood, damn

[Verse 3: Robert Martino]

Yeah whats up, I’m saying like whats up
Grey sweats like hey I’m filling up my red cup
Were sitting back in the room, chasing luxurious dreams
They told me not to obsess, but I’m sick of average things
And I can’t help but call, See Im chasing my dreams
Mom told that this life, Is never as it seems
And I really don’t know see whatever that means
Im just an artist, Who started, Early twenties late teens
Im just wearing my nikes, fitted polo, white shirt
Dreaming about the all days, when my music is the work
Doing dumb shit at target, throwing tape at a desk
Together we have an excuse to get that shit off our chest

Eyy, Just Breathe x3