Lungs
I Have a Tribe
Out of this shit, I don't know
I leave the space for the answer to go
I was split, from the pain
When I parts from laying my head full of mines
Give me your empathy, give it to something deserving
Where are you, where are you, who are you holding
I don't read science but I see what's meant
I don't have money I gave you the rent
And I don't recall the places I've been
But I still have lungs for the golden Virginia
I am a throat if you are a fake
But when I was common I made you shake
So where are you now, who are you holding
Who are you holding
Out of this shit, I don't know
I leave the space for the answer to go
I was split, from the shame
I was unnervingly simple to break
I bet he has no need for measure for stress medication
Where are you, where are you, who are you holding
I don't read science but I see what's meant
I don't have money I gave you the rent
And I don't recall the places I've been
You said I've lungs for the golden Virginia
I'm still a throt, if you're still a fake
But when I was common I made us shake
Where are you now, who are you holding
Who are you holding, who are you holding
I don't read science but I see what's meant
I don't have money I gave you the rent
I don't recall the places we'll be
I still have lungs for the golden virgina
You'll be a throt, and I'll be a fake
But when I was common I made you shake
Where are you now, who are you holding
Who are you holding, who are you holding