The Cost of Breathing
Primary R&B, broke R&B, inspirational R&B, Studio R&B, radio R&B, Intimate, raw, and impeccably detailed. Recorded live to tape feel with digital clarity. Vocals are the centerpiece—close-mic'd, breathy, with every subtle crack and inflection preserved. Warm, rounded bass sits firmly underneath. Electric piano chords are dampened, slightly gritty, panned subtly. Hi-hats are crisp but not piercing, playing with the backbeat. The mix is a deep, wide panorama but never loses its centered, human core. Mastered for streaming with dynamic intention—the quiet moments feel like a whisper in your ear, the choruses swell with emotional weight but never crush. No artifacts, no mud, just pure, soulful transmission.
The Cost of Breathing
Primary R&B, broke R&B, inspirational R&B, Studio R&B, radio R&B, Intimate, raw, and impeccably detailed. Recorded live to tape feel with digital clarity. Vocals are the centerpiece—close-mic'd, breathy, with every subtle crack and inflection preserved. Warm, rounded bass sits firmly underneath. Electric piano chords are dampened, slightly gritty, panned subtly. Hi-hats are crisp but not piercing, playing with the backbeat. The mix is a deep, wide panorama but never loses its centered, human core. Mastered for streaming with dynamic intention—the quiet moments feel like a whisper in your ear, the choruses swell with emotional weight but never crush. No artifacts, no mud, just pure, soulful transmission.
Lyrics
Just another Tuesday And my account’s on life support
They tax the air in my tires, the tread on my shoes Charge for the view from a window with a crack in the view Working ain’t working, it’s just a slow bleed in blue I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the truth Numbers on a screen doing digital climbs While my balance just sighs, flatlining every time Every swipe is a sermon, a lesson in decline Down to zero, living life below that line, yeah
They want more, more, more (more) While I got less, less, less (less) Running on the edge of nothing, baby, gotta confess I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the test
Overcharged and underpaid That’s the game they made Playing on a tilted board, minimum wage my blade Just surviving, not thriving, in the mess they laid I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the parade
Started counting pennies, found the pockets were ghosts Landlord’s morning knock is what I dread the most Tired of the hustle wearing my soul like a coat Tired of the smile when I’m sinking like a boat I ain’t okay, but what’s the point in the cry When the system’s built on a convenient lie They charge you for the trying, for the breath in your sigh Even for the wish that you could get up and fly
They want more, more, more (more) While I got less, less, less (less) Running on the edge of nothing, baby, gotta confess I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the test
Overcharged and underpaid That’s the game they made Playing on a tilted board, minimum wage my blade Just surviving, not thriving, in the mess they laid I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the parade
What’s the exchange rate on a dream deferred When your ambition’s the quietest word you’ve ever heard They sell you hope in installments, it’s absurd This ain’t living, it’s just a noun, not a verb I’m just surviving
Overcharged and underpaid (That’s the game) That’s the game they made (yeah) Playing on a tilted board, minimum wage my blade (my blade) Just surviving, not thriving, in the mess they laid I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m tired of the parade
The cost of breathing Is getting a little too high