Roots Manuva - The Falling Lyrics
Guns, *****es, Hoes, CrackDeath and disease and a baseball batSTD that have no namesDown in the clinic with headfull of shameRussian roulette with a ***** flameDangerously slow but in the fast laneA big nose bleed and a bag of cocaineJust got the news about the tumour in my brainJust dont care so we sniff it all the sameJust caught my best friend sleeping with my girlfriend JaneNow were thinkin of a way to get them slainAsassins for hire they shall get paid2 G 3 G whatever it costNone of those fools should of got me crossI'm just about ready for a treacherous thingHand grenade on the plane looks another dunblaneMass murdering brains on the floorYour dead cos i said you shouldn't live no moreYou done and made me lose my coolWheres my tool, who's the bigger foolRoadrage, pavementrage all kinda rageYou'll be lucky if you get to see some old ageEvery other days a good day to dieBe carefull if you love your livesYou don't know nothingYou don't see nothingYou dont be nothingYou don't do nothingBut we all gotta be someone and somebodyBut everybody here cant be that richYou know the saying lifes a *****I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitchKeep your mouth shut let me dig this ditchDont you be a stupid *****I took a blunt knife and took a piece of my heartThats my sacrifice, my wayward deviceIt sound mad though,my self mutilationLike Dr Forster on his very first patientThe Gods aint happy cos man is praising himselfPlanning to get to heaven with that earthly wealthBlood money, drug money nobody budge moneyMass fertility souls on the guillotineMeantime I unravell calling Jimmy SavelleCome fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness
