Yeah,
Professor Lex is here to speak.
Hey, Monsa,
you feel this?
Yeah, okay.
Yo.
Took off from Manchester,
man it's best to assume I've been put to the damn test.
I feel like my chest in a vice,
dressed to be pressed.
My restless, mad, tense and aggressive ex
and I send a text and in 20 seconds I got a fix
and it's not a vixen, it's not a fix
and I could be wrong and then people whisper
he could abort and he's a good sort.
So why the * don't I just cut the cord?
I could be strong, I should be tall.
So why the * don't I just cut the snort?
So I could be short and I could be long and I could
have produced about 50 songs if I ain't been scraping,
ain't been waiting,
ain't been in bed with my shoes on.
When I scrape that line and I straight unwind,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I press rewind and I can't stop time,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I close that door but I can't score more,
I'm falling,
bitch,
I'm falling,
can't stop falling,
I've forgotten,
hit the bottom.
When I buy that bag and I try not to lie,
I'm falling,
bitch,
I'm falling.
When I use that note that I curled and wrote,
I'm falling,
feels like falling.
When I buy more G's but I ain't got P's,
I'm falling,
please don't fall in.
Monday morning,
wish I told them there's a problem.
Okay,
yeah,
think it's time for me to open up,
think it's time for me to come and show them
what's been a problem ever since I'm growing up.
When it's 3am and I'm throwing up,
got no sign of going up,
slowing up.
Maybe helps to have all the crow rolling up
but the brain feels like it's blowing up.
I moved S,
Z cause my chest said,
but apparently the girl comes next best.
Every time she wakes and she gets dressed,
I feel ten blessed,
but yes,
there's this blatant itch that I can't scratch.
This razor stitched into my back,
this maze has got me losing track.
The K's okay until you crack.
Should have seen how things are going,
should have seen this stirring on,
before I went and
spurred it on.
Before I went and started working on
the top murder * cause I never heard
of one.
Compound making,
you want to murder don't,
but also meant you want to put a burger
on.
Scraping the line up again and again and I'm
fed up with criminal spiritual,
lyricals,
bag of satiricals,
bag of the can.
I'm back
at it again,
I'm back up in the studio,
rapping again and I try to escape but I'm trapped
in again and I try to shove all of the magic
and all of the blackness back up in my satchel
but damn.
When I scrape that line and I straight unwind,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I press rewind and I can't stop time,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I close that door but I can't score more,
I'm falling.
Bitch I'm falling,
can't stop falling,
I've forgotten,
hit the bottom,
can't be falling.
When I buy that bag but I try not to laugh,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I use that note that I curled and wrote,
I'm falling,
I'm falling.
When I buy more G's but I ain't got P's,
I'm falling,
please I'm falling.
Monday morning,
wish I told them there's a problem,
can only do so much,
how
I don't wanna slow up,
I don't wanna book in a show without show up,
I don't wanna *
up my growth and not blow up,
take another bit of this bag and I'll throw up,
take another
look at the snow that I drove up,
mine came so far but never froze up,
such intention,
such reflection,
many directions,
but never chose up.
Why?
And as I look back as I spout
this track,
I'm falling,
I'm falling,
and I'm bathed in doubts till late months are up,
I'm falling,
I'm falling,
and I guess there's demons with me now,
I'm falling,
I'm falling,
I'm falling, this is life now at the bottom,
I thought Australia would fix it, I'm falling,
what did I think now,
thought I could rail away the stalling,
I'm falling,
I'm falling,
and if you're also out there always falling,
come a-calling,
we'll be starting,
railing,
snorting,
falling, down and walking,