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Apples Fall
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Apples Fall è stato pubblicato il 10 novembre 2021 da One Cheeked Angel come parte dell'album Snail Steps
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Data di uscita10 novembre 2021
EtichettaOne Cheeked Angel
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM92

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Khada
Khada
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Dust Cruz
T. Dust Cruz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khada
Khada
Producer

Testi

And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me
And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees
Write this at it's sloppiest
We ain't no synonyms, ain't nobody stopping it
Maybe you'd just kill a man before you come on top with it
This is just my snobiness before I start jotting shit
Marvelous, coming at Mach like Hommy did
Maybe this is Providence, noise isn't starting shit
I'm the god with this, jotting while my eyes darting
Look at my deserted phone wondering who got me
Why do I complain about my loneliness when I'm the hand around my soul with a boney grip?
Who is this acting like he never miss?
Who is the 18 year old bitch without his first kiss?
Hiss at the sight of people wanting me
Heartbreak ending as a personal fatality
Lingering mortality going toe-to-toe with me
In a dark forest where a few go and roam with me
Better watch your tone with me, I tend to catch feelings easily
But I seethe with lust, justice for my greed
Cheese ain't giving me what I need, please
Please be patient, processing at snail's pace
I don't know what to say, at this point I don't ever think I'll ever get a cane
I think I'll exit early, I'm not okay enough to go to outings
You know I'm sorry
And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me
And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees (edited)
It was 2018, Valentine's Day
My first mental breakdown, a pitiful thing
Even back then I thought I would die alone
Few years later and I think I'll die alone
Why the hell can't I move?
Every time I think I'm out, I'm sealed in a tomb
A sarcophagus and a waste of a womb
I cannot stop with it if I'm aiming for the moon
Contemplated around noon, it was so rainy outside
Twas the perfect mood, what really made me think I wanna die?
Kept on saying to myself, "what a beautiful life"
"What a wonderful life", uh
I couldn't get it right, I should've stopped talking
Marking all my problems, all my lines were martyrs
Well, if you die when forgotten, I guess I'm a dead man walking
And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me
And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees
Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees
Written by: T. Dust Cruz
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