'Cause I'm breathing underwater
Where there's no one, no one nowhere
'Cause I'm breathing underwater
Where there's no one, no one nowhere

Hold down to my pen now
Everyday we wake up
Just to sell our souls out
Morgage stress in old town
Cities on hellfire
Blew out every lightbulb
What was that I wished for
Was it just a nigthmare
My birthday, my funeral
Did I die for nothing
Instead of living for something
Uneducated chit chat
Teddy bear terrorist
And I have the vile kit
It's where the track is
Music goes this so
It's so powerfull
Ain't no second guessing
Maybe you know the difference
What's between just being alive
And just living
Certanly I'm a gamble
Support me in a limo
I'm a P I M P
Preaching in my own tree
 [bad word] 
Breathing underwater
Meet the sun tomorrow
Listen quietly
Feels like they are laughing at me
When the writing gets rough
When the writing gets rough
'Cause I'm breathing underwater
Where there's no one, no one nowhere

(Verse)
Bendiendo mis palabras es negocio esta feo
veces ya ni escribo, a veces ya ni creo
Le pongo a mi raiz un corte el europeo
No importa donde estoy ahi, me llama extranjero
Si faio ahi yo sigo fijo mi camino
En guerra con mi la pisa si me siento vivo [bad word] loco por cosas que dan poco
Respiro bajo el aqua pero en aire me sofoco
 [bad word] 
Breathing underwater
Meet the sun tomorrow
Listen quietly
Feels like they are laughing at me
When the writing gets rough
When the writing gets rough
'Cause I'm breathing underwater
Where there's no one, no one nowhere

(Verse)
My pieces falling to pieces
I'm cutting my losses, cutting my leashes
From the hypocrytes doubt us lock us and leaches money
Can't buy happiness at least I can lease it
I'm not being facetious when I say I need Jesus
How can we fallow leaders when we have such hallow leaders
I'm focused on the game, can't handle I'm the one from the bleaches
I'm focused on the game, can't even hear the cheerleaders
I'm focused on the game, more than I'm focused on the fame
And I got that type of focus turns my vocals into flames
I got to stop for Moses hocus pocus ain't the same
And if I am the Pharaoh I got nothing in my lane
How can I speak too deep, I got milions of ancestors
Deep in the Atlantic from where the slave traders came
And they still speaking trough my vein
So when I'm speaking underwater, you all thought I was insane