| Praying come down, fall down
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| Falling from out of the sky
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| When I forgot to close the blinds I couldn’t sleep
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| Kept waking up from all the shine, glare in my eyes
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| I’m off three hours, eat, sleep, repeat grind again
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| It’s what he does that others don’t do is what’s defining him
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| I never would’ve thought the words wrote on a page
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| Would have me on the other side of Earth on a stage
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| I never would’ve thought there was a stage on Earth
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| That made me feel more at home besides my place of birth
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| I’m from gun-slinging CA where every movie’s watched
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| Then watched back for instant replay
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| So many days and nights with ink bleeding papers
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| Fall asleep on flights, call it sleeping with strangers
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| Now back to the City of Angels where the rain is
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| Falling from out of the sky (It's falling down on me)
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| I simplify by design, my words get scribed
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| To the vinyl when they rhyme, mark it with a scribe
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| Count lessons, toes, fingers, I’m alive
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| I’ve passed so many lows to survive all the highs
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| I’ve learned some things and others learned to tolerate (like what?)
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| You can be a day short but not a dollar late
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| New day in chainlink, put it together
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| Beat the drum, pray for rain, we ain’t the same under the weather
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| Just me against the world on the verge of relentless
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| Trying to stay apart like each word of the sentence
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| King vs. apprentice, champ vs. challenger
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| The challenger swung, the champ fell, they kicked him out of there
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| I throw raps to sea in a bottle to float
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| Like a lost SOS that the novelist wrote
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| The wind blew and popped the top, they read the letter
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| To whom it may concern, my sick words under the weather
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| Falling from out of the sky (It's falling down on me)
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| So I forgot to change the time showing up early
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| With my money on my mind trying to keep from crime
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| One of a kind, I’m defined by my environment
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| For everything I did from inception to retirement
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| Cause I be running on unleaded fumes
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| Collecting money back for sacks fronted for the rent is due
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| A daydreamer still running towards the rainbow’s ending
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| Knowing damn well the gold wasn’t meant for spending
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| You ten cents from a nickel in your pocket
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| Shit, I’m thirty short of twenty dollars in my wallet yeah
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| You might need twelve fingers for the runners
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| Maybe six on the hand, half a dozen on the other
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| I bundle up brown gloves for the summer
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| Shorts in the winter with a slicker and umbrella
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| A fella chasing cheese like he running a maze
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| But really I’m just running in place, I need the bread to start
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| Falling from out of the sky (It's falling down on me)
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| Praying come down, fall down
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| Falling from out of the sky |