Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On The Way Down, artist - K Rino.
Date of issue: 08.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On The Way Down |
Well, looks like we got another one |
They seem to never learn until they crash and burn |
Lot of these guys sat on the mountaintop |
Got full of they self then took that long long drop |
Tell me ‘bout it |
I’m about to give some game up |
I saw a lot of folks before they flamed up |
Then watched them change up after they came up |
Accumulated fame but see I knew that they had changed |
‘cause they head became swol like they had fluid on they brain |
Whn they was hungry, whatever they had would be plenty |
Hell, it used to be a time when you’d be glad to see a twenty |
Then they gradually ascended to the first one in the line |
And the people you used to run with now ain’t worthy of your time |
We was loyal through your brokeness and the flaws you used to show us |
Now you hardly seem to notice those who saw you at your lowest |
You got higher status, old school homies you canceled fastest |
Made some new friends to match with your current financial bracket |
So now that you are rubbing elbows with the rich and powerful and turned your |
back to people who knew you was still proud of you |
But guess what? |
Success just tests us |
And when you lose everything you was blessed with, that’s when you know you |
messed up |
(on the way down) |
You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground, |
catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up, |
see ‘em |
(on the way down) |
It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up |
I won’t stop ya |
You went from Burger King to steak and lobster |
But I knew you when you didn’t have a pot to piss in |
Now watch ya dissing ones who gave props to everything you dropped |
But now you on top, knocking your own roster |
You say you relatable, but that was debatable |
The reason why others tolerated you ‘cause you paid ‘em to |
You don’t have none of real patnas from the past wit’cha |
All you keep around you now are yes-men and ass-kissers |
Fools who cater to your craziness like they were waiters |
No matter what you say, it gets favored by your enablers |
But when the day that you start to fade comes to a head |
I hope and pray that you was able to save some of your bread |
‘cause the status that you once had is now leaving you fast |
It’s only so long you can last when you treat people like trash |
The more you try to fake the part, the more you make it harder |
Went from selling out packed arenas to «can I take your order?» |
Saw ya |
(on the way down) |
You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground, |
catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up, |
see ‘em |
(on the way down) |
It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up |
On your way down, you saw that friend who believed in your dream |
But you never felt like he was good enough to be on your team |
Your first love who stuck with ya when everybody fled |
But you broke up with her soon as you started making some bread |
When you didn’t have a car, the homie that came fast, who drove you around town |
and never asked for any gas |
The neighbor that used to feed ya but you betrayed that |
And the cat that loaned you that money you never paid back |
Remember your homeboy who took the rap for your drugs? |
And the Gs in the hood who protected you from the thugs? |
The person who bought you some clothes ‘cause you couldn’t afford ‘em |
The fan who wanted an autograph from you but you ignored him |
The patna you started with who you been knowing for years |
Down since day one, but when you left, you stole his ideas |
The young up-and-coming fella that met you last summer who wanted to learn from |
you but you gave him the wrong number saw ya |
(on the way down) |
You see everybody that you ever clowned as you fall back to the ground, |
catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
Nobody that gassing you up is some of the ones you shunned now passing you up, |
see ‘em |
(on the way down) |
It’s a long painful drop at the bottom when you once sat at the top, catch ‘em |
(on the way down) |
That’s the time you gotta pay up and face the ones you stepped on on the way up |