last breath I want your last breath [Chorus] You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I
last breath I want your last breath You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last
let me count the ways while I count my scars I count for paydays but I still count stars can't count counterclockwise I gotta count yards so don't count
her body he screams me too All he ever wanted was to teach you to reach you Death is the cousin of sleep Just close your eyes count sheep and breathe
my homeboy in, I just kicked my last breath [JuJu] Yeah nigga, get live, it don't matter I got the double-oh shottie, 12 rounds to make your body splatter
threat on the song Don't get it wrong, this track is my own 'Cause niggas that slip, they don't last long We got 'em going down for the count Looking
no remorse One slip of the tongue and now we makin arrangements for your corps My body turns into the left field Countin up the body count as I hear the
Let the bumper hit the pavement, pull away and let the sparks fly Let the children have reason to laugh Instead of needing to craft ways and passages to see their last
Got 8 down for the count and 16 to go The Writer's blocks are stepping stones Towards the metronome I'm racing dead last I'm head last Placed on my prose
felt was a cold wind last breath ??? to free your soul from the body Bitch rot to death When we cock, aim, and spit Count your teeth get hit (ha, ha,
every sign You could read my mind We should get a room SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE YOUR BODY NOW.... Now for the final scene... I can taste the belief In every breath you breathe
over the shoulder Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives Rapel on fakes like reflectors He had sugar in his ear in his last
love love for the last time (for the last time) and call this closure were just gonna call this closure lets make love, love, love for the last time (for the last
skyline The cold wind is like razors when it rains The jungle sleeps when you?re lying wide away Bullets in the air I breathe Bloodshed on an open sea Bodies
count the money at the end of the night ha You on a three day flight ha You full of that diesel ha You duckin them people ha Your face was on the news last
Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath,
you read between the fine lines of life and death, niggaz dyin, strugglin for they last breath You hear the sound of the trumpet blow! Your body's cold
