Testo Breathe - Tropic Gold

Breathe

There’s a taste, there’s a taste
That you crave but can’t describe
Take a bite, if it’s right
Couldn’t fight your appetite
Lucid dream but items
It’s so real that I can’t speak
Waking ups not enough
Got me lost so endlessly
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
So bored of the feeling
When your eyes roll back on me
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
I’m sorry that you feel that way
Breathe
Catch your breath, catch your breath
Like it’s thrown from way up high
Take a rest, see the mess
That your lungs are in, ask why?
I’m struggling with struggling
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
So bored of the feeling
When your eyes roll back on me
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
I’m sorry that you feel that way
I’m stuck in the water
My neck down to my feet
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel that
So bored of the feeling
When your eyes roll back on me
Do you wanna hear
I’m sorry that you feel
Breathe
I’m sorry that you feel that way
Breathe