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Inhale Video (MV)




Performed By: BORO
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Bradley Carter, Riley Hough




BORO - Inhale Lyrics
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Bloodied up knuckles
Take it on the chin, and I can do it on the double
Get out my chair, the captain's seat I keep it on the buckle
Fly Solo, never chew my words, duck outta trouble
I'm a stand up guy, throw dirt on my name, I could chuckle
Kiss my ring, I'm the godfather of white boys in the hustle
Josh Nichols, you came to fight, I came to tussle
W.W.E. I came ready to rumble
Mothaf*cka, I run it back, you only drop the ball and fumble
I teach you boys why you gotta keep it on the humble
Flow ain't something into you which you simply just can trip and stumble
It's hard work, glow up like Michael Scott rock the stubble
Turn my dreams into gold, picked myself up out the rubble
I got the bigger picture, see the full scope like Hubble
Networking and book learning, I don't stay inside of the bubble
Back up, shitbag, you only here to f*ck up
Every opportunity I got, but I ain't really f*ckin' with you, cuckhold
Inhale, Exhale
Strike first, impale
Deep breath, high scale
Grind hard, fly off the rail
I be on my own wave shit, getting paid vacations
Life needed changing, I went ahead and changed it
I'm done with all that second guessin, every day I learn a lesson
Oh my God, I can rap today and that's a blessing
VA boy, who you telling homie, truck beds for the ride home
Night stars and good dome, so wet so now we need a night alone
We f*ck good, it's a marathon, not a sprint, so that's what I did
Been swagging since a kid
Had my Steeler hat, and my Charizard
Hologram card, little bitch bitch
Mewtwo on my GameBoy
Had a young me feeling rich rich
Hitmonlee, had a big kick
Flitwick with that swish flick
Wingardium Leviosa, bitch
Inhale, Exhale
Strike first, impale
Deep breath, high scale
Grind hard, fly off the rail
Riley, Riley what's wrong man
Nothin, nothin man, just back off
Alright dude, just breathe, man
What's wrong
I'm - I'm carrying too many motherf*ckers
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
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Bloodied up knuckles
Take it on the chin, and I can do it on the double
Get out my chair, the captain's seat I keep it on the buckle
Fly Solo, never chew my words, duck outta trouble
I'm a stand up guy, throw dirt on my name, I could chuckle
Kiss my ring, I'm the godfather of white boys in the hustle
Josh Nichols, you came to fight, I came to tussle
W.W.E. I came ready to rumble
Mothaf*cka, I run it back, you only drop the ball and fumble
I teach you boys why you gotta keep it on the humble
Flow ain't something into you which you simply just can trip and stumble
It's hard work, glow up like Michael Scott rock the stubble
Turn my dreams into gold, picked myself up out the rubble
I got the bigger picture, see the full scope like Hubble
Networking and book learning, I don't stay inside of the bubble
Back up, shitbag, you only here to f*ck up
Every opportunity I got, but I ain't really f*ckin' with you, cuckhold
Inhale, Exhale
Strike first, impale
Deep breath, high scale
Grind hard, fly off the rail
I be on my own wave shit, getting paid vacations
Life needed changing, I went ahead and changed it
I'm done with all that second guessin, every day I learn a lesson
Oh my God, I can rap today and that's a blessing
VA boy, who you telling homie, truck beds for the ride home
Night stars and good dome, so wet so now we need a night alone
We f*ck good, it's a marathon, not a sprint, so that's what I did
Been swagging since a kid
Had my Steeler hat, and my Charizard
Hologram card, little bitch bitch
Mewtwo on my GameBoy
Had a young me feeling rich rich
Hitmonlee, had a big kick
Flitwick with that swish flick
Wingardium Leviosa, bitch
Inhale, Exhale
Strike first, impale
Deep breath, high scale
Grind hard, fly off the rail
Riley, Riley what's wrong man
Nothin, nothin man, just back off
Alright dude, just breathe, man
What's wrong
I'm - I'm carrying too many motherf*ckers
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
Knuckles, knuckles
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Writer: Bradley Carter, Riley Hough
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