(first hook)
when you fall down for a second
you could get up
that’s the only way
you reach to the ceiling
and the water too deep, keep your head up
and i wrote him this message, mm
(verse 1)
the seasons keep changing like trends
fashion, technology, ought to be bent
when you drop it from like four stories
order me again
seem like the world is a game I never win
the feeling is depression that I start to attend
my mind in a motive that I’m molding again
to any character, hold the heritage of aquarium
hurry up, don’t you hear sirens up in your area
there he go, born to the violence he think hilarious
marry us, cause they want wedding rings, stop
they only want half, like they harvesting crops
half of the culture
half of the dialect
half of the neighborhood
as long as it’s paying good
half of the finances
they even want half of the modern day dances
they don’t want the melanin
I hope that they settle in and
fall..
fall..
fall down for a second, never get up
con-cussion is the reason that you’re bled up
and your bruise looking blacker than stale lung
and your searching for a exit in the mirror
and your head hurting, where you at,
it’s not certain, you lost purpose
your mind lurking, your time worthless
you shine nervous, but find versions
of yourself, who a new person
I wonder why the seasons always affect my mood
I’m gloomy in the winter,
quite happy in the spring,
witty in the summer,
like it’s only time to sing
but fall,
it’s gon take time to explain it all
hoodie weather
school starting, need to better
improving everything
the possibility of life
I.. knew it was truth
from the moment that I pent it
I’m rooting in trees
and the leaves is the exit
that calm dew that you smell in the morning
mourning other senses, that fell in forest,
foreign, haunting fences you never did rise
rolling, far from the ocean, and hoping the tide
ticking, telling a story that’s is open inside
soaking deep in your hope til you roped to abide
passion waiting to hop till the moment arrive
beaten bad to bone, till I
(bridge)
everytime I fall down,
my soul gon’ pick me back up
everytime I’m broke
my homie, said get your cash up
everytime I’m passionate,
make sure to note the time
so you ain’t passing it, no
everytime I say bye,
my friends gon’ pick the ash up
everytime I fall down,
my soul gon’ pick me back up
everytime I got bread,
pigeons, they always latch up
everytime I look behind
I find a reason that I can’t rewind
everytime I fall down,
my soul gon’ pick me….
when you fall down for a second
you could get up
that’s the only way
you reach to the ceiling
and the water too deep, keep your head up
and i wrote him this message, mm
fall down for a second, never get up
con-cussion is the reason that you’re bled up
and your bruise looking blacker than stale lung
and your searching for a exit
