Falling Trees
Fallin' trees
That's all I see
Broken leaves
Take a hold of my destiny
Fallin' trees
Silently I move, they don't suspect a thing (oh, no, no)
'Cause I don't have the time to waste my energy (oh, no, no)
For anyone's opinion to that keep pushin, pullin' me away
You could find me in the upper echelon, that bitter taste
This is motivation, patiently been waitin'
For my expiration, turn around and say congratulations
But the journey's been a struggle, all the hoops I jumped through
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Yo, niggas throwin' stones, livin' in a glass house (house)
Foot out on the gas, nigga, I'ma mash out (out)
Your results don't match with what the fuck you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, the juice ain't worth the squeeze, my nigga, please
In a world of wannabes, the real or fake
You could stay or you could leave
You could fail or you can achieve (fail or achieve)
All depends what you wanna be
Either red or the green, what you wanna see? (What you wanna see?)
I shot a grave to the enemy, I shot reality at the remedy-ey
I'm in the way, 'til the door close
How you tell a nigga with this much drive that it's a long road?
Fallin' trees (all of this surroundin' me)
That's all I see (as far as my eyes can see)
Broken leaves (just like these forgotten dreams)
Take a hold of my destiny
Fallin' trees
That's all I see
Broken leaves
Take a hold of my destiny
Fallin' trees
Silently I move, they don't suspect a thing (oh, no, no)
'Cause I don't have the time to waste my energy (oh, no, no)
For anyone's opinion to that keep pushin, pullin' me away
You could find me in the upper echelon, that bitter taste
This is motivation, patiently been waitin'
For my expiration, turn around and say congratulations
But the journey's been a struggle, all the hoops I jumped through
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Yo, niggas throwin' stones, livin' in a glass house (house)
Foot out on the gas, nigga, I'ma mash out (out)
Your results don't match with what the fuck you talkin' 'bout
Yeah, the juice ain't worth the squeeze, my nigga, please
In a world of wannabes, the real or fake
You could stay or you could leave
You could fail or you can achieve (fail or achieve)
All depends what you wanna be
Either red or the green, what you wanna see? (What you wanna see?)
I shot a grave to the enemy, I shot reality at the remedy-ey
I'm in the way, 'til the door close
How you tell a nigga with this much drive that it's a long road?
Fallin' trees (all of this surroundin' me)
That's all I see (as far as my eyes can see)
Broken leaves (just like these forgotten dreams)
Take a hold of my destiny
Fallin' trees
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Writer(s): Dwayne Abernathy Jr., Brandon Michael Perry
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