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letra de fallen - blue november & zae the philosopher

[chorus: zae the philosopher]
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself

[verse 1: zae the philosopher]
old ass n-ggas acting like b-tches but say they f-ck with the vision
i hope you hoe n-ggas listen and keep it distance, i’m itchin’
for a reason to visit, i’m slicing necks in a pivot
i heard you flex in your written, just feeding bread to the pigeons
found hope in the dope it made we run from the rope
found peace in the smoke i meditate then float
conversate then mope about how these b-tches so shallow
xanax a day from the doctor thought it was supposed to be apples
i swear this world got me baffled, i got more maggots to tackle
i just digest all these beats and make a project for the streets
i been ducking, dodging, searching for that inner peace
b-tch you wasn’t on the field shooting penalties with me
sipping hennessy with me, you pretend to be with me
but you really ain’t (ain’t)
you smoke silly dank (dank)
nostrils dripping, ash fl!cking right next to the tank (tank)
i hope you blow, take a photo, strike a pose

[chorus: zae the philosopher]
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
falling to the bottom can’t help myself
[bridge: zae the philosopher]
dark skies, blind eyes
time flies, loud cries from the crowd
time flies, loud cries from the crowd
time flies, loud cries from the crowd
dark skies, blind eyes
time flies, loud cries from the crowd
time flies, loud cries from the crowd
time flies, loud cries from the from the

[verse 2: blue november]
i’m falling i’m falling i’m reaching out for a grip, uh
i’m dodging the five but you know i’m shooting for six
digits all in my bank account
what is that that you rapping ’bout?
it is not what you acting out
never tried on a cap and gown but i know my sh-t
no weight on me i’m ominous
prevalent to my city, seeping these beats in the colleges
f-ck he say? he a columnist?
hiding just like anonymous
rep my set like a diplomat
bury you in necropolis
how the h-ll is you stopping him?
what the f-ck is you popping?
i’m opting you out of life, oh
did you forget?
could’ve left you in a ember
send the block in the wetness
f-ck the affection, afflicted and restless
speed to my exit
a quarter to twelve i’m smoking six and forget sh-t
time to hit three
i’m deep in something so flexible
she leave with them hexes on me
i’m falling, gripping slowly
my n-gga

- blue november zae the philosopher

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