Letra de Breakdown - Saba & No ID

(Feat. No I.D.)

Yeah, ayy

I'm doin' yoga, stretchin' it, pep in my step and shit

Inhale, exhale in the movement

Lately the only way I be endin' my day is to take a mat and then lay on it

Wake and think on what you grateful for

Well today I woke up and I ain't in a coma

It's simple as that intuition intact

And she wanna know what I'm thinking of, okay

I'm thinking of me and you getting out

I'm thinking next year get a bigger house

My homies did stretches, they sit 'em down

They been at home but they different now

Any moment sentimental now when you with the niggas who was missing out

I was blessed, I had the city out

Asking show promoters "What's the ticket count?"

Do tadasana, just to talk to ya

I'm an introvert, but I'm popular

How the office look?

My only goal was to keep my mama out her pocket book

Look at me and say take a chance (Take a chance)

Like a barber with shaky hands (Shaky hands)

We ain't did shit but it's a plan to thank you in advance

What's really going on? (Huh)

She want to get me on the phone

Where the fit come from? It's a mystery

I mean really I don't know (Huh)

She went through hella shit alone

She want to play a couple songs (Make her say)

I wanna know what I need you for

I wanna know what I need you for

Isn't this all the same, when I heard her complain

She say "I wanna know what I need you for"

"Baby tell me what I need you for"

I know you do, what do I got to prove?

Because I wanna know, baby I wanna know you too

Gold chain on Darryl Dawkins

Leveled up like one of the final bosses

She want link like the sources on research for her courses

I'm Godzilla on the Empire State

West side wizard, we are en route

They hear me loud and clear now

Ball in my court, call an iso', clear out

My uncles got beer guts I don’t fear much

I'm dipped like French toast sticks in syrups

Walk like I'm in the league

I made a winery out of hydrants in the street

Like Christ I wash my enemies feet

Let 'em step wrong and they amputees

Cash in hand, no it'll be a causality

So I'm runnin' up the band like an athlete

But carefully

No man is a God, fall short to creator like Khaled streams

She let me explore like Sacagawea while she was off a sack of weed

Still treated her like majesty

Accolades are on track by a magazine

21 questions she asking me

Yeah, she still wanna know one more thing

What's really going on?

She want to get me on the phone

Where the fit come from? It's a mystery

I mean really I don't know

She went through hella shit alone

She want to play a couple songs (Make her say)

I wanna know what I need you for

I wanna know what I need you for

Isn't this all the same, when I heard her complain

She say "I wanna know what I need you for"

"Baby tell me what I need you for"

I know you do, what do I got to prove?

Because I wanna know, baby I wanna know you too

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