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Fall Off
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Fall Off è stato pubblicato il 23 luglio 2022 da TPT come parte dell'album Fall Off - Single
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Data di uscita23 luglio 2022
EtichettaTPT
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM68

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TPT
TPT
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artis Edwards
Artis Edwards
Lyrics

Testi

No matter what a **** do, they gon want my head
They wanna see me selling rocks or see a **** dead
Now there's some rappers that y'all love that really feed the feds
But you rather bump them instead
I got fellas that don't talk, they'd rather live in lies
But everybody got they truth so I don't act surprised
My closest friends be taking shots like I got seven lives
My haters suck and fuck each other like they in a 69
My life it really went to shit when I heard Brandy died
And last year my family's shit, I almost took my life
Most **** probably won't feel that line
Like keep the ice, I'd rather be with Christ
They on my tip like a fucking bike
And yikes, somebody better come and take my mic
I'm not the hype so fuck your likes, I'm still great despite
So eat a dick and die
I mean I really hope you feel these lines
And I really hope it's close to time
And someone told me life is bout the timing
I'm just fucking with this herb so I can touch the sky
I hope my **** get to feel before we fucking die
Some **** learn a lot in school, some learn a lot from dealers
Some **** stuck up on they drugs, they think that God forgive them
Some people really superstars, but till they shine you miss them
Some people hurt like you hurting, they just good with pictures
But we all fall off, off
And even though it's hard to pray
We try to take it day by day
Oh yeah we all fall off, off
No connects, selling notes like it's fucking dope
And they gon hate my every move so I gotta smoke
Aim straight for my throat, but I'll never choke
And some ain't made it off they songs, they just selling coke
Now FYI, the FBI don't care about your dimes
And you would think they selling lies the way my **** dying
Don't take a knee, just run the ball, they try to keep you silent
Just cash your check or return to violence
Am I a king or a ruthless tyrant?
Nations fall, you should ask the Mayans
Streets of blood clean when mommas crying
Food stamps for four gens, how the fuck I'm lying?
These are facts, all the things I'm writing
I show love to my people, they just want the bread
And gold diggers want a rapper, I just want the head
Like get religious, quote some scriptures, call it special ed
I run with goats and talk with horses like I'm Mr. Ed
Some **** learn a lot in school, some learn a lot from dealers
Some **** stuck up on they drugs, they think that God forgive them
Some people really superstars, but till they shine you miss them
Some people hurt like you hurting, they just good with pictures
But we all fall off, off
And even though it's hard to pray
We try to take it day by day
Oh yeah we all fall off, off
Written by: Artis Edwards, TPT
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