Wlkn Twrds D Fye (feat. Appleby)

Walking,

Towards The Fire,

MY Bones Are Tired (oooh) x4

Blame it on the time I never spend,

Blame it on on the goose, or hen,

The juice or the gin,

blame it on anything except me,

Slippery the slope lemme lace both skis,

Blame it on the meeting, I was in,

Blame it on the time I had to binge,

I was focused on the rent,

blame it on anything except me,

Playing with the fire,

hope it dont catch me

Walking,

Towards The Fire,

MY Bones Are Tired (oooh) x4

How many times do I gotta show signs,

It’s no limit til they call it masterpiece,

How many days I lose sleep,

Before I get a plaque,

Cavity, caveat to the shit I speak,

I been laying low-key,

Baritone,

Sitting at home,

On a California king,

Silk sheets,

Meeting in bedroom,

But how I make the bread zoom to me?

Can you tell me,

I guess I was worse off,

Thinking that a label

Actually would differ cost,

I shoulda known better,

When looking at my idols,

Reach they peak,

Then retreat cause they stalled they release,

(How fucked up)

When you got talent,

You still need luck,

And when you got they ears you still need love,

Success don’t mean that I aint ya friend,

But blame it on my work I aint pick up,

Them dates, like the strains,

Getting mixed up,

It was yo birthday,

I’m sorry I aint post nun,

But I had to do my taxes,

For the folks come,

Blame It on the times I went broke for em,