Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fall, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 30.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fall |
| You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the last few months |
| It's too loud |
| Maybe it's time I tell 'em what I think about them |
| Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot |
| It's too loud |
| Freeze my crown all up in it |
| Slow fire |
| Don't fall on my face |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| Don't fall on my– |
| Gotta concentrate against the clock I race |
| Got no time to waste, I'm already late, I got a marathoner's pace |
| Went from addict to a workaholic, word to Dr. Dre in that first marijuana tape |
| Guess I got a chronic case |
| And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face |
| I know this time Paul and Dre, they won't tell me what not to say |
| And though me and my party days have all pretty much parted ways |
| You'd swear to God I've forgot I'm the guy that made "Not Afraid" |
| One last time for Charlemagne |
| If my response is late, it's just how long it takes |
| To hit my fuckin' radar, I'm so far away |
| These rappers are like Hunger Games |
| One minute, they're mocking Jay |
| Next minute, they get they style from Migos, then they copy Drake |
| Maybe I just don't know when to turn around and walk away |
| But all the hate I call it "Walk on Water" gate |
| I've had as much as I can tolerate |
| I'm sick and tired of waitin', I done lost my patience |
| I can take all of you motherfuckers on at once |
| You wanted, Shady? |
| You got it! |
| Don't fall on my face |
| Yeah |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| Light him up! |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| Rrr |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| Look |
| Somebody tell Budden before I snap, he better fasten it |
| Or have his body baggage zipped |
| The closest thing he's had to hits is smacking bitches |
| And don't make me have to give it back to Akademiks |
| Say this shit is trash again, I'll have you twisted like you had it when you thought you had me slippin' at the telly |
| Even when I'm gettin' brain, you'll never catch me with a thot |
| Lacking with it, "he ain't spit like this in his last shit" |
| Hoe, you better go back and listen |
| You know me better, thinkin' I'll slow up, let up |
| Call it traps 'cause it's a total setup |
| Hopin' that you rappers fall in that |
| Dre said, "Hold your head up" |
| Kathy Griffin stackin' ammunition, slap the clip and cock it back on competition, this is how I shot a head (pew) |
| Gabby Giffords, my attack is viscous, jack the ripper, back in business |
| Tyler create nothing, I see why you called yourself a faggot, bitch |
| It's not just 'cause you lack attention |
| It's 'cause you worship D12's balls, you're sac-rilegious |
| If you're gonna critique me, you better at least be as good or better |
| Get Earl, the Hooded Sweater, whatever his name is to help you put together some words, more than two letters |
| The fans waited for this moment |
| Like the feature when I stole this show |
| Sorry if I took forever |
| Don't fall on my face |
| Yeah |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| I won't |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| Light him up! |
| Don't fall on my faith, oh |
| Ha |
| Don't fall on my fate |
| It's too easy |
| Just remember–I was here before you |
| And I'll be here after you make your run-in for you |
| Detract this, I might have to fuck Pitchfork with a corkscrew |
| Just what the doctor ordered |
| Revenge is the best medicine |
| Increase the dose, unleash the monster |
| Then tell the Grammys to go and fuck themselves, they suck the blood from all the biggest artists like some leeches |
| So they nominate 'em, get 'em there, get a name to 'em |
| See the show, every parasite needs a host |
| Then give Album of the Year to somebody that no one's ever even heard of |
| All I know is I wrote every single word of everything I ever murdered |
| Time to separate the sheep from goats |
| And I got no faith in your writers, I don't believe in ghosts |
| When rap needed it most, I was that wing in the prayer |
| A beacon of hope, the B-I-R-D in the air |
| Somewhere, some kid is bumping this while he lip-syncs in the mirror |
| That's who I'm doin' it for, the rest I don't really even care |
| But you would think I'm carryin' a Oxford dictionary in my pocket how I'm buryin' these artists |
| On the scale it turns to minus |
| Mines is various as hardly and what's scary is you prolly can compare me to your car 'cause I'm barely gettin' started |
| And as far as Lord Jamar, you better leave me the hell alone |
| Or I'll show you an Elvis clone |
| Walk up in this house you own |
| Brush my pelvic bone |
| You should tell a phone and go fetch me the remote |
| Put my feet up and just make myself at home |
| I belong here, clown! |
| Don't tell me 'bout the culture |
| I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh |
| Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat, pissed and moaned, but I'm not gonna fall... bitch! |
| It's too loud |
| Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot |
| It's too loud |
| Freeze my crown all up in it |
| Slow fire |