Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fall From Paradise, artist - Classified. Album song While You Were Sleeping, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2007
Record label: fontana north, Halflife
Song language: English
Fall From Paradise |
I know that everything that goes up, must come down |
And everybody with luck, must run out |
Ya, so now I’m contemplating, like 'what's up now' |
The music thing is all gone, but I’ll suck it up proud |
I did more than I imagined, tours I couldn’t fathom |
Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it |
If any opportunity came, I had to grab it |
Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it |
Not a superstar and never wanted that |
But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass |
Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John’s to BC |
They came out the wood work, to see me speak |
That was paradise |
I went thru all types of bullshit, the story go way back |
And I’m proud of myself now, though its corny to say that |
Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance |
Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance |
I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance |
Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen |
Emcees are often dissin, like I’m the man to beat |
Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me |
I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie |
A chicken wit Luda, conversated wit some doobie |
I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D |
I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby |
I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am |
It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man |
This is paradise, and I found a promise land |
So now I’m chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments |
It’s paradise |
Now a couple years after this drop, I’ll probably flop |
But thats the way it goes when you get on the top |
I’m talkin bout Canada, yo this industry’s a joke |
I’m a canadian rap star, and kid I’m still broke |
But I ain’t work in years, and some think I’m famous |
While other people ask when the hell I’m gunna make it |
I’m good where I’m at, keep the glamour and the glitz |
I don’t run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit |
I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters |
I know I miss the ref, the bitches and the breakers |
The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes |
The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows |
That was paradise |
— to fade |