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letra de falling off the top - john corban

[intro: sample]
(fake pills laced with hidden, deadly fentanyl can come in many forms. never take pills given to you by someone else; not even a friend or family member.)

[verse i: $hkrap]
sniffing roxys all alone inside my bedroom
start the doom, the broom of god
sweeping up, my life is fraud
what’s the oz?

in my head imma wind up dead
all my bread gone to the feds
all alone shooting oxycodone
chrome to my dome
watching the phone ring
i cannot seem to find meaning
watch me bleed with oxycontin stuffed up in my f-cking coffin
f-cking rotten
stopping hearts
dark b-tches sucking d-ck while i light my sh-t
quick fix getting me right for the day
b-tch, you can stay away or come down my way
watch my gun and spray at the f-ckboys, no more toys

in my 2010 accord
ingesting cut coke off a dusty checkerboard
or a dash
imma do the dash, then crash
mama crying
mask made b-tch looking for my cash inna queen sash full of sass
she don’t wanna stay
i don’t care anyway
imma die my way on a sunday
i’ll leave my wife or bring her with me
dull the rusty knife
i can take her life
no more strife in this bullsh-t f-cking life
[bridge: sample, lil wood]
(just plain k!llers)
finally perc 31

[verse ii:john corban]
running away
can’t hold on
i am too far gone
where did it all go wrong?
the first thing that comes to mind
is all the times, i ignored the signs for way too long
crashing out at the break of dawn
i keep pushing on
like i been off a rock
i been pulling out all the stops

they asking, “when the album drop?”
“when you falling off the top?”

i say whenever and never
they can’t handle the pressure
feeling under the weather
better get you an umbrella
better sit your ass down

don’t mean to confound
i’m from the south
bout to pick up a pound
bout to pick up a kilo
you can’t see because of the weed smoke
all this powder in the air is making the weak choke

give me 30 30s, watch me do it dirty
with the perky snorting
i don’t care i’m hurting
need a break but keep on working

falling to the dirt
crawl upon the earth
i been dying since birth
say you care about me, that’d be a f-cking first

[outro: sample]
(a murderer was captured this morning and tried today. guilty. sentence: death. execution tonight at 6.)

- john corban

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