Make It
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it, make it
Ah, man, my dreams fell apart
I'm back at the start, I didn't make it too far, yeah
Ah, man, I got dealt some bad cards
Some diamonds could break hearts
When you're up, you could fall hard, yeah
Swear nobody know me, who I really am
Other than my broski, got my best friend
Bottom's really lonely, here we go again
Yeah, yeah, I
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Call the homie up the second I make it, make it
Shooting for the stars, sometimes you might miss
I've taken plenty L's, but never like this
Almost lost myself, and almost lost friends
I might not know much, but lately all I know
Is when times are tough don't be alone
Gotta have somewhere that you call home
Try to do it all myself, but I
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it, make it
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it, make it
Ah, man, my dreams fell apart
I'm back at the start, I didn't make it too far, yeah
Ah, man, I got dealt some bad cards
Some diamonds could break hearts
When you're up, you could fall hard, yeah
Swear nobody know me, who I really am
Other than my broski, got my best friend
Bottom's really lonely, here we go again
Yeah, yeah, I
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Call the homie up the second I make it, make it
Shooting for the stars, sometimes you might miss
I've taken plenty L's, but never like this
Almost lost myself, and almost lost friends
I might not know much, but lately all I know
Is when times are tough don't be alone
Gotta have somewhere that you call home
Try to do it all myself, but I
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down, headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it, make it
Credits
Writer(s): Warren Felder, Alex Niceforo, Keith Sorrells, Jordan Lutes, Oscar Linnander
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