Breath Original Mix

Who, who's there? Is he blind? I lost the sight in that eye or something. This guy fucked up to be the blind guy, Isn't it? Just 'cause he's blind doesn't he's a Fucking saint. You do this to me. All right, let's hear it. Do you think the money's in the house? I don't know. Let's go find out. Boom. You better fucking stop. Come On. Okay, I think we All shook that before. Do you think the money's in the House? Fuck You Don't Know how to Treat me. 1837 Old Easter Street. House is with your dad's security company. I already checked. Guy who owns it is an Army veteran. My family. Just him in the house. That probably just means he goes out. He looks like a dump. It's 1837. He's kind of lost. Some type of girl a few this guy's daughter. Some type of guy. He's just boy. Police won't bother him. House unoccupied. Hey, the person picked the phone Has an Indian accent. Does someone call 911 for The police? No. Wait, we can't go to jail. Oh, don't an asshole. What if he's not like Just a kidnapper murderer? Maybe he's a cannibalist. Well, if I was here the first place, he Wouldn't almost get us fucking bullshit. You fucking heard me! Don't you move. Let me go! You Fucking stop! I'm done waiting. What The fuck did you do, old man? I'll fucking shoot you. I'm done waiting