Breathe Slow

She cries like a lost toddler

Said: Don’t judge me, I said: I’m not gonna

So you don’t have to call me your honour

She laughed, said: I keep getting in hot water

I said: We’ll have a bath, it’s only right

You know who to call on a lonely night

You know when you fall to show some fight

But I’m not the Dr. Phil or Oprah type

I don’t have much advice for you, I’m just for you

I support you and I hope one of these days I can call you

When you pick up, girl, we hang out and I tell you I adore you

When you smile and take a whiff of all the flowers that I bought you

And you don’t need to be a perfect angel or a saint for me

I know all about you, I heard the stories they warned me

But if you say: Boy, just wait for me

Swear the writing's on the wall like a cave drawing, go

Well, I don’t have an answer

For these questions maybe we will never know

But you, you, you gotta breathe slow

Yeah

So she tells me her little stories

All the rich boys that she thinks are boring

And I don’t really listen fully

I just stare at her in a Biggie hoody

I tell her things and I know they don’t get through

She looks for love and a reason to live too

I wish I had those things to give you

But those things you’ve gotta find in you

And she plays the cool chick living in the Tumblr

Smoking weed in a alleyway right next to the dumpster

The boys they wanna fuck her so they text her and they bug her

She likes the attention but she can’t give them an answer

'Cause she’s looking for an answer of her own, can you blame her?

Underneath the fake her, these people aggravate her

But really I just wanna save her

If she calls up, be busting down the door like Kramer

Well, I don’t have an answer

For these questions maybe we will never know

But you, you, you gotta breathe slow

Yeah

Yeah, she says girl things, I say boy things

She likes to make things, I destroy things

She does drawing so I get the Blu-Tack

She doesn’t like 'em there, I say too bad

We hang out and I show her all my new raps

I see the real her, not the cute act

She dropped the L bomb, then said: Wow, Tom

You know I’m just joking around, that came out wrong

But I know she loves me, I can see it, it’s so obvious

We hang and talk for hours, doesn’t matter what the topic is

She is far from perfect but her demons make her what she is

And she's never smiling unless I’m in her like a floppy disk

Uh, Windows 95, party like it's '99

Every day she’s getting older, time is always flying by

Never knew how to trust, but I would try

I always liked a bit of trouble in this life of mine, go

Well, I don’t have an answer

For these questions maybe we will never know

But you, you, you gotta breathe slow

Well, I don’t have an answer

For these questions maybe we will never know

But you, you, you gotta breathe slow