Let Me Breathe – Song and Lyrics by Action Bronson

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Let Me Breathe’ by Action Bronson. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Action Bronson or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Like the way it sounds, Fraudy?
Uh, yeah, yeah
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
(Yeah you already know it’s me, man)
Just let me breathe for a minute
(You already know it’s me)
Just let me breathe

It’s too hot, drop the top off the wagon
Lay back, blowing fire like dragon (Poof!)
Man, I’m flying past Saturn (Uh)
F*ck outta here like I ain’t that savage
(No, no, no, no)
Two Uzis and a rifle
It’s like I’m at the studio with Michael
(Michael Jackson)
You can hear me dancing on the beat
Bam Bam ’bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
Hundred Latins in your lobby
That’s what happens when you f*ck around with Body, uh
And I put that on my mami (It’s on my mami)
I would never give my heart to a thotty
If I could just make a dance that goes with this song
Then I’mma be on
Basic bitches gon’ dance to it (everywhere)
Basic bitches everywhere gon’ dance to it (everywhere)

Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it
Let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it

You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake that shit
You got a fat ass, baby, shake that shit
Shake that shit
Shake it

I got two shows, I’m about to pitch another
Throwing alley oops to my brothers (Curry!)
We all shine, nobody victims
Armani sweatsuit pimping
Black Pippens
I swag different
That’s why the money in the bag different (different)
Come up short, you’ll have your motherfucking fam missing
I lay on beaches and swerve in whips
You ain’t serving shit, you just an urban myth
Every day get fleek
Riding around Queens on a jet ski, it’s me (You know it’s me!)
Every day get high
‘Til the day I die
Every day get high
Man I roll that shit
And I smoke that shit
Honey bouncing up and down
She nearly broke my dick (my dick)
She nearly broke my dick (my dick, my dick)

Just let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, uh
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it
Let me breathe for a minute
Just let me breathe for a minute, man
Just let me breathe for a minute
White Range Rover, blowing trees all in it