| Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, uh
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| I can’t breathe (Chopsquad), I can’t breathe, 999
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| Waiting for the exhale
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| I toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
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| I can’t breathe, I’m waiting for the exhale
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| Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
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| Still no luck, but oh well
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| I still try even though I know I’m gon' fail
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| Stress on my shoulders like a anvil
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| Perky got me itching like a anthill
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| Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
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| Sometimes I don’t know how to feel
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| Ring-ring, phone call from depression
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| You used my past and my memories as a weapon
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| On the other line, I talk to addiction, huh
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| Speaking of the devil, all the drugs, I miss them
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| This can’t be real, is it fiction?
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| Somethin' feels broke, need to fix it
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| I cry out for help, do they listen?
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| I’ma be alone until it’s finished
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| This is the part where I tell you I’m fine, but I’m lying
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| I just don’t want you to worry
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| This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em
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| 'Cause I don’t want nobody to hurt me
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| I can’t breathe, I’m waiting for the exhale
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| Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
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| Still no luck, but oh well
 | 
| I still try even though I know I’m gon' fail
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| It’s stress on my shoulders like a anvil
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| Perky got me itching like a anthill
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| Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
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| Sometimes I don’t know how to feel
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| Sometimes I don’t know how to feel
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| Let’s be for real
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| If it wasn’t for the pills, I wouldn’t be here
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| But if I keep taking these pills, I won’t be here, yeah
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| I just told y’all my secret, yeah
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| It’s tearing me to pieces
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| I really think I need them
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| I stopped taking the drugs and now the drugs take me
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| This is the part where I tell you I’m fine, but I’m lying
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| I just don’t want you to worry
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| This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em
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| 'Cause I don’t want nobody to hurt me
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| I can’t breathe, I’m waiting for the exhale
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| Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well
 | 
| Still no luck, but oh well
 | 
| I still try even though I know I’m gon' fail
 | 
| It’s stress on my shoulders like a anvil
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| Perky got me itching like a anthill
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| Drugs killing me softly, Lauryn Hill
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| Sometimes I don’t know how to feel |