Fall Off
I been on my shit again
I can't explain it
I been out of faith again
But who's expecting
Me
All up on my own now
I go down
Down past the boulevard and show towns
I been out my mind
For as long remembered
And that's just fine
You call me
I'm falling
The world seems
So small
But I still feel alone
Some days
And I don't call my mom enough
I'm all shame
And it's alright
I Don't know what I'm supposed to do
You talk a big game
You walk a big cane
You been acting all awful
You been acting unlawful
Come back to reality
Come back to what you believe
It's all gone
How do you measure
What is your your pleasure
I'm off the header
Can't check the weather
I been losing my mind
Fall off
Fall off
Fall off
Fall
Fall off
Fall off
Fall off
Fall
Fall off of that other shit
Fuck that bitch
She ain't me
She ain't cuffing shit
Fall off till you pop off out of here
Atmosphere too queer for the insincere
I'm loading racks up
Racks up
Get your stacks up
Money not a fact bruh
Not a factor
Better just get ya act up
Better run out the back duck
Out of the fucking map I'm
Back tracking
The action
I'm acting hell-a grown
No capping
Transactions
My money getting low
Fuck the posse
I know I got me
Don't tell the foes
Ops lacking
I'm back attacking
The centerfold
Keep yapping
I run this fade
Got no clippers bro
And you can tell the hoes
Tell them bitches what they should know
I'm fucking up some bands
And running out the stands
That bitch is not my fan
Ain't no one listening again
You talk a big game
You walk a big cane
You been acting all awful
You been acting unlawful
Come back to reality
Come back to what you believe
It's all gone
How do you measure
What is your pleasure
I'm off the header
Got to get to the better
I been losing my mind
It's got till December
Fuck that bitch
In my mind
I'm gonna be ending you
Ain't nobody know what I know
Tell these bitches they come and get some more
Ain't nobody know what I know
Tell these bitches they come and get some more
I mean, cuz like
I been saying shit like this for a while
You know
I'm fucking
I don't know
Just, make money
Spend money
Make money
Spend money
Like
This shit's kind of fucking awful
And it's not anyone's, like, real fault
Honestly
I mean it's just way that society is set up
And shit like that
Money is money bro so like
You got to get before you go
You know
I can't explain it
I been out of faith again
But who's expecting
Me
All up on my own now
I go down
Down past the boulevard and show towns
I been out my mind
For as long remembered
And that's just fine
You call me
I'm falling
The world seems
So small
But I still feel alone
Some days
And I don't call my mom enough
I'm all shame
And it's alright
I Don't know what I'm supposed to do
You talk a big game
You walk a big cane
You been acting all awful
You been acting unlawful
Come back to reality
Come back to what you believe
It's all gone
How do you measure
What is your your pleasure
I'm off the header
Can't check the weather
I been losing my mind
Fall off
Fall off
Fall off
Fall
Fall off
Fall off
Fall off
Fall
Fall off of that other shit
Fuck that bitch
She ain't me
She ain't cuffing shit
Fall off till you pop off out of here
Atmosphere too queer for the insincere
I'm loading racks up
Racks up
Get your stacks up
Money not a fact bruh
Not a factor
Better just get ya act up
Better run out the back duck
Out of the fucking map I'm
Back tracking
The action
I'm acting hell-a grown
No capping
Transactions
My money getting low
Fuck the posse
I know I got me
Don't tell the foes
Ops lacking
I'm back attacking
The centerfold
Keep yapping
I run this fade
Got no clippers bro
And you can tell the hoes
Tell them bitches what they should know
I'm fucking up some bands
And running out the stands
That bitch is not my fan
Ain't no one listening again
You talk a big game
You walk a big cane
You been acting all awful
You been acting unlawful
Come back to reality
Come back to what you believe
It's all gone
How do you measure
What is your pleasure
I'm off the header
Got to get to the better
I been losing my mind
It's got till December
Fuck that bitch
In my mind
I'm gonna be ending you
Ain't nobody know what I know
Tell these bitches they come and get some more
Ain't nobody know what I know
Tell these bitches they come and get some more
I mean, cuz like
I been saying shit like this for a while
You know
I'm fucking
I don't know
Just, make money
Spend money
Make money
Spend money
Like
This shit's kind of fucking awful
And it's not anyone's, like, real fault
Honestly
I mean it's just way that society is set up
And shit like that
Money is money bro so like
You got to get before you go
You know
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Writer(s): Alexandre Maldonado
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