Plan B - Falling Down lyrics
[Plan B - Falling Down lyrics]
Follow me as I descend into madness
With gladness
For years I've been surrounded
By this badness
No time to waste, it's high time I escaped
Out the Forester's Gate
I'm sorry mate but these ends
Are in a sorry state you can't relate? yeah
Well you can fuck off can't you mate
Your heart is faint
Can't appreciate how this artist paints
My art is great
It's my mind that's in the darkest place
I can't erase the memories I
Have of a darker days
Darker days that left a bitter after taste
I'm past the stage of trying
Hard to mask this rage i'm letting go
Calling out to God to let him know
I'm falling on my own accord, please
Don't attempt to save my soul
You get up off the ground take a look around
You dust yourself off
That's when they knock you back down
No backpack, just a tramp making tracks
I'm cool like Keith
Making friends with the rats
Observing how they act
They ain't begging for my scraps
They ain't cats
They'd rather wait until I turned my back
No turning back
Maybe now's the time to turn to crack
I've learned the facts
Way before I learnt to rap
This place is a mess, the people here
They don't praise success they hate it, yes
They don't want to see you make progress
That's why they test
Try to knock you to the ground
You pick yourself up
That's when they knock you back down
The university of life, blud
That's where I got my schooling
I know that they can't knock me down
As long as I keep falling
With gladness
For years I've been surrounded
By this badness
No time to waste, it's high time I escaped
Out the Forester's Gate
I'm sorry mate but these ends
Are in a sorry state you can't relate? yeah
Well you can fuck off can't you mate
Your heart is faint
Can't appreciate how this artist paints
My art is great
It's my mind that's in the darkest place
I can't erase the memories I
Have of a darker days
Darker days that left a bitter after taste
I'm past the stage of trying
Hard to mask this rage i'm letting go
Calling out to God to let him know
I'm falling on my own accord, please
Don't attempt to save my soul
You get up off the ground take a look around
You dust yourself off
That's when they knock you back down
No backpack, just a tramp making tracks
I'm cool like Keith
Making friends with the rats
Observing how they act
They ain't begging for my scraps
They ain't cats
They'd rather wait until I turned my back
No turning back
Maybe now's the time to turn to crack
I've learned the facts
Way before I learnt to rap
This place is a mess, the people here
They don't praise success they hate it, yes
They don't want to see you make progress
That's why they test
Try to knock you to the ground
You pick yourself up
That's when they knock you back down
The university of life, blud
That's where I got my schooling
I know that they can't knock me down
As long as I keep falling