Classified - Fall From Paradise lyrics
[Classified - Fall From Paradise lyrics]
I know that everything that goes up
Must come down
And everybody with luck, must run out
Ya, so now I'm contemplating
Like 'what's up now'
The music thing is all gone
But, I'll suck it up proud
I did more than I imagined
Tours I couldn't fathom
Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it
If any opportunity came, I had to grab it
Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it
Not a superstar and never wanted that
But, I did sign some autographs
On some groupies' ass
Smoked a lot of free weed
From St john's to BC
They came out the wood work, to see me speak
That was paradise
I went thru all types of bullshit
The story go way back
And I'm proud of myself now
Though it's corny to say that
Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance
Parents thought I was a fad
Dad I gone the distance
I tried to make a difference
I kept workin off persistance
Noone paid attention
Now I talk and they listen
Emcees are often dissin
Like I'm the man to beat
Ya I met a lot of rap stars
That still a fan of me
I rock shows wit Busta
Had songs in his movie a chicken wit Luda
Conversated wit some doobie
I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D
I did songs wit Maestro
And smoked hash wit Keith Moby
I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am
It gave me confidence
And it made a honest man
This is paradise, and I found a promise land
So now I'm chillin and
Enjoyin my accomplishments it's paradise
Now a couple years after this drop
I'll probably flop
But thats the way it goes when
You get on the top i'm talkin bout Canada
Yo this industry's a joke
I'm a canadian rap star
And kid I'm still broke
But, I ain't work in years
And some think I'm famous
While other people ask when the
Hell I'm gunna make it
I'm good where I'm at
Keep the glamour and the glitz
I don't run from my fans
Cause my stamina is shit
I appreciate the heads, the critics
And the haters i know I miss the ref
The bitches and the breakers
The tours, the shows
Promoters and the assholes
The beats and the rhymes
Cause thats all that Class knows
That was paradise
Must come down
And everybody with luck, must run out
Ya, so now I'm contemplating
Like 'what's up now'
The music thing is all gone
But, I'll suck it up proud
I did more than I imagined
Tours I couldn't fathom
Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it
If any opportunity came, I had to grab it
Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it
Not a superstar and never wanted that
But, I did sign some autographs
On some groupies' ass
Smoked a lot of free weed
From St john's to BC
They came out the wood work, to see me speak
That was paradise
I went thru all types of bullshit
The story go way back
And I'm proud of myself now
Though it's corny to say that
Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance
Parents thought I was a fad
Dad I gone the distance
I tried to make a difference
I kept workin off persistance
Noone paid attention
Now I talk and they listen
Emcees are often dissin
Like I'm the man to beat
Ya I met a lot of rap stars
That still a fan of me
I rock shows wit Busta
Had songs in his movie a chicken wit Luda
Conversated wit some doobie
I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D
I did songs wit Maestro
And smoked hash wit Keith Moby
I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am
It gave me confidence
And it made a honest man
This is paradise, and I found a promise land
So now I'm chillin and
Enjoyin my accomplishments it's paradise
Now a couple years after this drop
I'll probably flop
But thats the way it goes when
You get on the top i'm talkin bout Canada
Yo this industry's a joke
I'm a canadian rap star
And kid I'm still broke
But, I ain't work in years
And some think I'm famous
While other people ask when the
Hell I'm gunna make it
I'm good where I'm at
Keep the glamour and the glitz
I don't run from my fans
Cause my stamina is shit
I appreciate the heads, the critics
And the haters i know I miss the ref
The bitches and the breakers
The tours, the shows
Promoters and the assholes
The beats and the rhymes
Cause thats all that Class knows
That was paradise