| Slow down, breathe |
| Slow down, breathe |
| What’s in the ground beneath your feet? |
| Get off that screen and let it go |
| A blue check screams |
| I always whisper what you want |
| And it was right here all along |
| 'Cause I found something with a taste you can’t describe |
| You take it in and all your roots get intertwined |
| And every time |
| I call you back, I know you’re fine |
| I know you’re fine |
| There’s no cancer in the water |
| It’s not an answer or a dream |
| Your mother and your father |
| Would rather blow it all on ginger tea |
| More to offer than to feed, breathe |
| And you’re ready for it |
| I think it’s for the best you leave this town |
| You’re ready for this, now |
| Breathe |
| Slow down, breathe |
| Terrified when I’m 'boutta be brave |
| Since Danny hit me, I’ve been killing the game |
| Power to you if you’re riding the wave |
| Could give a fuck about no money or fame |
| Take you and your girl right back to my place |
| 'Cause man or woman, I’ma fuck you the same |
| Picking me up when she back in my state |
| A quick flight to NYC for some cake |
| Touchdown, 50 came in the clutch |
| My boy’s bound for something bigger than us |
| Cuts deep like a knife, that’s the shit you can feel |
| My mama love me and her willpower steel |
| Ex’s heart 'boutta beat out my chest |
| I’m sorry 'bout me and I wish you the best |
| I just wanna fuck, the marijuana |
| Get me scared of trauma |
| But I’m gon' be okay |
| Good sex, every day |
| Great sex like ain’t grey this is fate |
| Fill my plate with acid, salad, and breaks |
| I get drunk and he gets stupid high |
| I just chill 'cause I don’t wanna try |
| When I don’t know what the fuck to say |
| I don’t know what the fuck to say |
| I don’t know what the fuck to say |