Yeat – Breathe Lyrics

Breathe

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"Breathe." - Yeat

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:22 am

Album: 2093 (P2)

Track No: 03

Breathe
Breathe, breathe
Bre-Bre-Bre-Bre-Breathe, breathe
I was bored, bought a jet, made a billion (Breathe)
Naw, fuck that bitch, I need a trillion (Breathe)
Naw, fuck that bitch, I need to feel it (Breathe)
Make me so damn mad, make me feel it (Breathe)
I won't ever give you time to (Breathe)
I won't ever give a fuck if you (Breathe)
I'on really give a fuck 'bout you (Breathe)
You need to chill, you need to breathe (Breathe)
I'ma ask you to leave (Breathe)
Yeah, my money so deep (Breathe)
And as far as I could tell, they wanna sound like me, they wanna be like me
I'ma cut it open, I'm doing surgery
In that limelight, make 'em go insane
Yeah, I make 'em go insane
Why the fuck would you come?
When you level up, you makin' money, billion
And you make your money taller than the ceiling
I told you, I lost all feeling
Hold your breath till you pass out
I hope to god you crash out
I recommend you cash out
Heard you went up, now you going down
Know you know I don't stress
I could not care less
But she know I'm the best
Got 'em turning they heads
I know I'm an asshole
I know when I dip and go
I know when I lose control
Got the system on overload
I'on fuck with you, squish you like a bug
They ain't fuck with me, so it's fake love
I won't shake your hand, bitch, I need a glove
Wash the blood of my hands, I need Dove
I said, "Fuck love, bitch, I need a tug"
I make a fuck ton of money, you make none
I hit home-runs, bitch, you 'bout to bunt
I don't breathe because it's fun (Breathe)
I was bored, bought a jet, made a billion (Breathe)
Naw, fuck that bitch, I need a trillion (Breathe)
Naw, fuck that bitch, I need to feel it (Breathe)
Make me so damn mad, make me feel it (Breathe)
I won't ever give you time to (Breathe)
I won't ever give a fuck if you (Breathe)
I'on really give a fuck 'bout you (Breathe)
You need to chill, you need to breathe (Breathe)
I'ma ask you to leave (Breathe)
Yeah, my money so deep (Breathe)
And as far as I could tell, they wanna sound like me, they wanna be like me
I'ma cut it open, I'm doing surgery
In that limelight, make 'em go insane
Yeah, I make 'em go insane
Why the fuck would you come?
When you level up, you makin' money, billion
And you make your money taller than the ceiling
I told you, I lost all feeling
Hold your breath till you pass out
I hope to god you crash out
I recommend you cash out
Heard you went up, now you going down
Know you know I don't stress
I could not care less
But she know I'm the best

Writer(s): Noah Smith, Anton Martín Mendo & Bart van Hoewijk.

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