[Intro: Phantogram]
Love, it was enough to recognize
To see, I was the reason you feel sick inside

[Hook: Phantogram]
Fall in me
I'll let you bleed
Cause you were fallin, I'm sorry, I may be
Cause you were fallin, I'm sorry, I

[Verse 2: Wiki]
Call it quits
Yeah you all can spit, but the problem is
You ain't got it kid, you ain't god
Nah you ain't hard as this
Have to pardon this explanation for the rawest shit
You ain't leaving slow, ain't fading out, nah, once we blow
Then its Molotov's but those has fallen off, you will explode
I know folk couldn't stay afloat, now I'm in your boat
Tried to take a dip, they got baptized, they capsized couldn't cope
You got coke, you got money, you got clothes yeah you got hoes
One thing you ain't got, once we pop that thing will be exposed
Spit I'm spraying is reiterating what I said broad
If you playing ball, making music, or you sell drugs
If you get caught up end up on a bench of a shelter, the feds come
Live life, sickness is getting me trying to get verse out the windpipe
What I did wrong, half of the time it fuckin outweighs what I did right
I'm a kid right? What you expect from a kid right?
Just to live life, but I spit right
Do hip-hop for a living, I live hip-hop when I'm sittin'
I go off the top when I'm drunk and I'm high and I'm staying on rhythm
Too hip-hop for a living, I live hip-hop when I'm sittin'
I go off the top when I'm drunk and I'm high and I'm staying on rhythm
[Phantogram]
Could it be that I fell apart, it shows
The lines on my face ate away my smile

[Verse 2: Hak]
Forgive me for our tribe, well, [?] or die
Yeah ride on 1-2-5, under Lenox lights
Cookout on a summer night, blocks be burnin' bright
Ladies finna pipe, all them heights gonna hold me tight
Take my life when I'm on for the ride
Off of [/all for?] the ritz and the vibes, off of the bliss and the skies
On 2-5th where the young boys die
Mama gon' cry, fell off when he learned to fly
See he's sick inside, so so sick inside
Gotta go grab some
Got a bitch, she a bad one
Won't be my last one
Ya'll fallin off cause I had some
Gotta go grab some
Got a bitch, she a bad one
Won't be my last one
Ya'll fallin off cause I had some

[Verse 3: Salomon Faye?]
Dog you falling on, cause you hella soft
The helicopter with lobster proper, I pay the boss
I'm getting calls to pen some sentence, scribble scrawls [?]
If it involves spitting bars, yes I'll get involved
Ask me bout where that sample from, fam I can't recall
Why you bitches start snitching? My cannon's ample dog
My samplers analog
[Wiki]
And the candles gone
They can't handle dawn, when we ramble on

[Hook]