Last Breath

Verse 1:

I’m on the floor. I’m trembling and suffering through the pain
I told my girl I was dying, she said “Is you insane”?
I went to heaven, got rejected, I should be ashamed
I went to hell and left before the devil knew I came
Chest getting tighter, my breath getting shorter
They say blood’s thicker than water, but this a disorder
Now I’m at the ER after days of trying to fight it off
They tried to lay me back, I jumped up and ripped the wires off
Nurses trying to calm me down, tell the doctor dope me up
Morphine and Ativan, I panicked when they woke me up
Blood clots in both lungs and they starting to choke me up
Couldn’t stand on my own two, they had to hold me up
Fam came to visit. Man, it’s one love
But I barely knew who anyone was, delirious and on drugs
Now every 20 minutes, different doctors and they want blood
I guess I should’ve listened when my brother told me “unplug” huh
OK, I get it now. Don’t rub it in my face neither
Eight days of straight fever, no color in my face neither
And nah, I ain’t get shot or have a car crash
Ain’t have to spit it through the wire with my jaw smashed
But still on these monitors and EKGs
Look, I’m an independent artist, we don’t get paid leave
We don’t sleep, hate Zs, we’re trying to beat Jay-Zs
But how the hell I’m gon’ record again, I still can’t breathe
So I’m stuck up in this hospital that I feel like a hostage in
They’re sticking me with shots again so I don’t get these clots again
I’m getting stronger, feeling confident that I can walk again
If I get off this oxygen, I’ll never let ‘em box me in

Hook:

Pulmonary Embolism, you can see the symbolism
Tried to take my breath away, tried to take my lyricism
If there is a God, then I know that he ain’t finished with him
Got a million songs and they know I’m finna kill it with ‘em

Verse 2:

Seven days and I ain’t left Shady Grove yet
This shit could slow me down, man I got dreams I gotta go get
I watch my girl trying to change the sheets ‘cause I’m in cold sweats
The way she holds me down, man how the fuck I ain’t proposed yet?
In and out the hospital with Pops it was a cruel summer
Between that and hotels, I’m sick of fucking room numbers
I guess if you don’t rest your body will take it from you
Now you in a double-room with somebody adjacent from you, listen
If you knew how scared I felt, You would know how Eric felt
Couldn’t garner up the breath, couldn’t breathe the air myself
Life is a gamble, I’m just trying to play the hand I’m dealt
Got me trying to self-diagnose to try and heal myself
Almost killed myself trying to tough it up for self-assurance
Nah, it wasn’t perseverance, I ain’t have no health insurance
And now my hospital bill twelve-thousand
And I got out and popped a bottle, bitch, I’m still wildin’
With real problems, I guess I was being reckless ‘cause I
Had to go breathless to change my perspective
Now it’s mother fuck an obstacle
Now I feel unstoppable
Since I got out the hospital, trust me, it’s past possible

Hook 2:

Pulmonary Embolism, you can see the symbolism
Tried to take my breath away, tried to take my lyricism
If there is a God, then I know that she ain’t finished with him
Got a million songs and they know I’m finna kill it with ‘em
...Dunson

Breathe in the good shit, Breathe out the bullshit
Inhale, yeah, breathe in the good shit
Exhale, yeah, breathe out the bullshit
(Had to breathless to change my perspective)
Speak, up quit talking under your last breath x2