Falling Lyric by Roots Manuva

Falling Lyric

by Roots Manuva

Lyric:



[verse 1]

Guns, Bitches, Hoes, Crack

Death And Disease, And A Baseball Bat

S-t-ds That Have No Name

Down At The Clinic With A Face Full'a Shame

Russian Roulette With A Naked Flame

Dangerously Slow But In The Fast Lane

A Big Nose Bleed And A Bag Of Cocaine

Just Got The News About The Tumour In My Brain

But We Don't Care So We Sniff It All The Same

Caught My Best Friend Sleepin' With My Girlfriend, Jane

Now I'm Thinkin' Of A Way To Get Them Slain

Assassins For Hire, They Shall Get Paid

Two-g, Three-g, What-ever It Costs

None Of Those Fools Shoulda Got Me Crossed

I'm Just About Ready For Some Treachorous Fame

Ten Grenades On The Plane, Whoops, Another Dunblane



[verse 2]

Mass Murderin', Brains On The Floor

You're Dead 'cause I Said You Shouldn't Live No More

You Done Made Me, Lose My Cool

Where's My Tool? Who's The Bigger Fool?

Road Rage, Pavement Rage, All Kinds Of Rage

You're Lucky If You Get To See Some Old Age

Every Other Day's A Good Day To Die

Best Be Careful, If You's Love Your Life

You Don't Know Nothin', You Don't See Nothin'

You Don't Be Nothin', You Don't Do Nothin'

But We All Got To Be Something, And Somebody

But Everybody Here Can't Be That Rich

You Know The Sayin' - "life's A Bitch"

I Got My Finger On The Trigger With A Nervous Twitch

Keep Your Mouth Shut, Help Me Dig This Ditch

Don't You Be, A Stupid Bitch



[verse 3]

I Took A Blunt Knife, And Cut A Piece Of My Heart

That's My Sacrifice, My Wayward Device

It Sound Mad Though, My Self-mutilation Like

Doctor Foster And His Very First Patients

God's Unhappy 'cause We Man's Praisin' Himself

Plannin' To Get To Heaven With That Earthly Wealth

Blood Money, Grudge Money, No-body Budge Money

Mass Futility, Souls On The Guillotine

Meantime I Unravel, Callin' Jimmy Saville

"come Fix My Epitome, I Bid To Leave This Bitterness"