- We both seen eachother for over two and a half - something.

Back then, I guess I was (for you) nothing, but nothing.

Two years younger than you - ment baby...

You were hanging with cream, I was hanging with teens.

I saw you and your big guy, having it clean.

Never thougt you were gonna be mine and one day shine.

That was then, now, 99's reaching...



The story of She - giving me trouble breathing...



You were alone, sort of. You and your man.

You and a plan that, damn, didn't work. Who'd understand?

You understood that. You both had plans that hit the fan,

now you and your man split up. Your head's in the sand.

I got worried when you told me: Homie, you do it for me!

- I stayed away, though, you were on my mind, only!

Still kicked back... I couldn't deal with sneaking.



Here's a story of a She - giving me trouble breathing...



Chorous.



I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind...

Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale...

Talking bout He with a troubled mind,

when time ain't dealing with a troubled soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale



- The fall of last year become december, I remember.

You did to; stuff ya used to do,

but you still made me fall flatter than floors,

you were sad, and I was there for your comfort, of course!

You tried to show love but something from above

kept holding you down but I still hung around.

You went through all that. I guess I thought about leaving…



…but you're the She I'm talkin' about – giving me trouble breathing…



- Sometimes I said that I had things on my mind,

wanted to say things but couldn't find words to put behind…

I admitted that. That was bullshit caus,

I was scared to create a fuzz just by talking about us.

Just talking that crush-thing, I'm  thinkin'  don't rush things,

I hush things down just to stick around…

- You strong woman with a hell of a past that ain't leaving…



Frustration's a she, giving me trouble breathing…



Chorous.



I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind...

Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale...

Talking bout He with a troubled mind,

when time ain't dealing with a troubled soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale



- It seems like we can't fade… but then again… well,

first you went through hell… then I went through hell…

How're you gonna be having it? Do tell!

Life inside of a mental cell is still hell!

Oh, well! I need just one of my eyes to see the stars in

your eyes, even if you have me crying!

- You know, you smile when you sleep, hard times even!

I know I love my little She giving me trouble breathing again!



Chorous.



I'm talking bout She with a trouble mind...

Time's gonna deal with a trouble soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale...

Talking bout He with a troubled mind,

when time ain't dealing with a troubled soul...

I'm living inside of your high but can't inhale