| When you fall down for a second
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| You could get up
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| That’s the only way
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| You reach to the ceiling
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| And the water too deep, keep your head up
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| And i wrote him this message, mm
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| The seasons keep changing like trends
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| Fashion, technology, ought to be bent
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| When you drop it from like four stories
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| Order me again
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| Seem like the world is a game I never win
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| The feeling is depression that I start to attend
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| My mind in a motive that I’m molding again
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| To any character, hold the heritage of aquarium
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| Hurry up, don’t you hear sirens up in your area
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| There he go, born to the violence he think hilarious
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| Marry us, cause they want wedding rings, stop
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| They only want half, like they harvesting crops
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| Half of the culture
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| Half of the dialect
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| Half of the neighborhood
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| As long as it’s paying good
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| Half of the finances
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| They even want half of the modern day dances
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| They don’t want the melanin
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| I hope that they settle in and
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| Fall.
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| Fall.
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| Fall down for a second, never get up
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| Con-cussion is the reason that you’re bled up
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| And your bruise looking blacker than stale lung
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| And your searching for a exit in the mirror
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| And your head hurting, where you at
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| It’s not certain, you lost purpose
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| Your mind lurking, your time worthless
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| You shine nervous, but find versions
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| Of yourself, who a new person
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| I wonder why the seasons always affect my mood
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| I’m gloomy in the winter
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| Quite happy in the spring
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| Witty in the summer
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| Like it’s only time to sing
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| But fall
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| It’s gon take time to explain it all
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| Hoodie weather
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| School starting, need to better
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| Improving everything
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| The possibility of life
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| I. knew it was truth
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| From the moment that I pent it
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| I’m rooting in trees
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| And the leaves is the exit
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| That calm dew that you smell in the morning
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| Mourning other senses, that fell in forest
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| Foreign, haunting fences you never did rise
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| Rolling, far from the ocean, and hoping the tide
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| Ticking, telling a story that’s is open inside
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| Soaking deep in your hope til you roped to abide
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| Passion waiting to hop till the moment arrive
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| Beaten bad to bone, till I
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| (bridge)
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| Everytime I fall down
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| My soul gon' pick me back up
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| Everytime I’m broke
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| My homie, said get your cash up
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| Everytime I’m passionate
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| Make sure to note the time
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| So you ain’t passing it, no
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| Everytime I say bye
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| My friends gon' pick the ash up
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| Everytime I fall down
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| My soul gon' pick me back up
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| Everytime I got bread
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| Pigeons, they always latch up
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| Everytime I look behind
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| I find a reason that I can’t rewind
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| Everytime I fall down
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| My soul gon' pick me…
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| When you fall down for a second
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| You could get up
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| That’s the only way
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| You reach to the ceiling
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| And the water too deep, keep your head up
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| And i wrote him this message, mm
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| Fall down for a second, never get up
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| Con-cussion is the reason that you’re bled up
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| And your bruise looking blacker than stale lung
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| And your searching for a exit |