Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fall of T.R.O.Y., artist - B. Dolan. Album song Fallen House Sunken City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.05.2013
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Fall of T.R.O.Y. |
P.O.S.: |
As I perspire through my pigment |
Fire a cigarette, sire some newness |
Dire corners stay dim lit |
Dim wits stickin to rugers |
Slim kids sticking to coolness |
Brollic youth’ll get ruthless |
Foolish will end up toothless |
I slide through |
Die when I’m lied to |
(lie back) |
Lay down, been dead, no salutes |
No crowns, right? |
They yellin 'hurry up and buy |
Open your mouth and shut your eyes' |
And no one even acts surprised no more… |
Knowmore.org |
So sore no pores enough to support |
What i need to flush |
All we need is a rush |
All we need is a dutch |
All we need is some weed (wrong) |
All we need is a push |
All we need is a boost |
Who can’t handle the truth? |
All I need is these big black motherfuckin boots |
Who are you? |
(On the move… on the move… Get a grip… Get a move on…) |
Cadence Weapon: |
Young man is a gargoyle, get thrown off the building |
And for a while, they all used to talk about building |
But then the star, he got fired from the building |
Then he went from song billings to bomb building |
I made my drop |
Cause you really used to get it, how you’d push it to the limit and |
The kids vibe with it |
But you stopped |
Paralysis averages made on the charts have waned in the days |
Since you stopped |
Like a Wilson brother, you would fill song covers in the bin |
'Til you get dropped |
The well is dry, head is high for once until you drop |
But you had nobody tell you, «buddy, you should stop» |
Cautionary tale, auctions, every sale, so they can shop |
Your remains still remain even when you’re in a box |
Wait to see him at wax museums for photo ops |
No mas, no more, you were a whore for the props |
The lock’s not off, it’s still on, you sing songs, but the light in |
Your mind’s turned off |
Deferred trust, rust never sleeps, why won’t you just move off? |
(On the move… on the move… Get a grip… Get a move on…) |
B. Dolan: |
Don’t we love the static? |
Fall back reset default automatic |
Pause that |
Borders intact, cemented, all stagnant |
Struck dumb, stuck to the floor |
Raw arrogance |
Collectible kicks, the broad spectrum is sick |
We need more medicine |
Less cough suppressant |
Settled on a coffin fetish |
And worship of solid objects |
It’s good to be hard but it’s harder to be honest |
It’s nice to be smart but can you move an audience |
Draw a crowd or paint a picture? |
The temple sinks under the weight of scripture |
The false idols and fake honors |
I admit I lost faith when they chained us to the monument; |
Saw the waves raise to erase our accomplishment |
We’re not healthy, we’re just heavy |
You’re not a Souljah Boy you’re a mercenary |
In a cryogenic sleep |
Fighting windmills, locked up in a deep freeze |
Froze in a still pose and sold to the museum |
Acquired some new pieces but |
You don’t need 'em |
Hand over the jewels |
This is a robbery |
Nobody moves |