Im awake too late when I dont wanna be Still have a hard time finding honesty Its honestly hard to write a song for me Without em learning info on somethin which I dont wanna speak But its hard to be dope, without a note or two About the hoes, money, or clothes, thats found quotable Minnesota, with cold shoulders on overdose Snow that blows, try to take it in, your prone to frozen noses Mitosis, mind synched with psychosis My fault tho, never made the wise choices Dried voice, my boys, told me slow down Wish I woulda known how, when they said to throw down The gloves, love and drugs, its all shrubbery Artificial bliss, corrupts that in front of me No company round to see me struggling Uttering curses under his breathe, death, another thing I dont dread about, mind told me let it out Stead a metaphorically pennin lyrics, I read it out loud With a tall shout, growing balls now, small crowd Still my pen to the pad, it falls out Hook First line I wrote down, was all out From there I knew id let it falll out Some things to good, to not talk bout And some schemes to mean to not chalk out, so I Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it fallls out Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not hell fall out, so I let it falll out Ive got a past with things I never talk about Things I maybe should have told my doc aboutt Cottonmouth king, things I rrhmyed about Were way too hard to swallow for me, I had to cough em out Probably why they say Im deep, to a level Heat to a kettle, see mystique in the devil Hit my peak, I was weak, when I speak, still I tremble Pedals creek, on the steep, set of streets, where I mellowed Hello Hell, our gelled cells are felt seldom But when I feel it, His healing is really less helping Stress melts the pelt thats all around him My eyes closed so tell me whats the outcome Is God out for me, or alchemy? The reason that im leaving, were about to seee No doubt from me, I back out the bout indeed So Lord tell me whats the route for me, ya see.. First line I wrote down, was all out From there I knew id let it falll out Some things to good, to not talk bout And some schemes to mean to not chalk out, so I Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it falls out Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not hell fall out, so I let it falll out Let it fall out, in the face of doubt, or faceless shouts, it fallls out Balls out, for you, its all doubt, all they every talk bout is whether or not hell fall out, so I let it falll out Believe in the ressurection of people Presence of ghosts, and uncorrectional evil Equal are the gooddoers, still they only focus Negatively on the torture that he could do us Could prove us, like he did with Pearl Harbor Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Nazi Regime Hate for Islamics, or fighter pilots goin at Kamikaze, The Stazi, and alQaddafi God knows, Im way too heated to stop me, so watch Facebook, theres just too much to share wit ya Cant Tweet it in 140 characters Its terrible, tryna fit a facade Unbearably Hard, dropping this art, I trust God He must not respond, from busstops with rhymes To plushpocket lines, its time, I tell Ozzy Let the beat drop, and fall, and Ill copy All my Walls drop, like bars over the Floppy
falll, fall, doubt, fallls, faceless