Fuckin’ with that white girl
Purple and that Sprite mix
Back again, sippin’ Hen
People say I’m triflin’
But I don’t give a fuck though
Still tryin’a get through
Got a good one at home
But drinking with these fine hoes
Wifey telling me to settle down, we have a kid
But them selfish tendencies be having me wherever it is
So I’m back up on that bar life
Messin’ with that hard, right
Ex girl begging me to fuck her in my car, right
Yeah, it’s kinda temptin’
Deceitful intuition
But I just wanna party, ‘cause I feel like I be missin’
The life that I chose, the drugs and the club
Yeah, I know it’s getting old
But it’s hard to give it up
So I am
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
My life was rough, times were tough
I was trying to rise above
All the anger in me, but I never could get high enough
So I grew up just like my fucking daddy
Always high or drunk
Maybe it’s inside my blood
Or just because my childhood sucked
Either way, I’m twice as fucked
Knock me down, I’m right back up
Every time my life blew up
Hopped right back on that bike and pumped
No fucking wonder why I took a likin’ to the Vicodin, huh?
Nine years old, just one other white boy, when I’d ride the bus
’Til I started rapping and the black kids said I’m tight as fuck
They gave me high fives and stuff
And stopped beating my white ass up
But woe is me, poor old Prhyme
I don’t mean to bitch and whine
Everybody has a story, up and down
And this is mine
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
Depressed, stressed, time’s running out, the clock’s ticking away
No solo album out in years, am I wasting my days?
I’m drinking a lot more nowadays than I used to
I’m losing touch with my friends and my family too
But I really refuse to give up on my dreams so soon
I got a lot to lose, so I go harder than all of you
Late nights, I stay up, writing these verses, making moves
No stage fright, I man up, do whatever I gotta do
Gotta get this track recorded, imported, this shit’s important
Wanna shoot a video, but right now, I can’t afford it
Got my mind distorted
Can’t sleep, four in the mornin’
Clocking in at my nine-to-five, do anything for this
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
A falling star fell from your heart
And landed in my eyes
You an artist first, businessman dead last
Bewildered by the fact your music makes you little cash
Not because it’s trash, because there is no hustle
Bones in your body, you probably can’t move a muscle
Your pride keeps you stagnant, not willing to adapt
To the latest trends, friends doing exactly that
Your peers respect you, but they don’t want you back
Their shine would not exist with the shadow that you cast
You’re extremely talented, but you often waste it
Not living up to your potential, yo, I truly hate it
Face it, you’re just a dope cat, standing adjacent
To washed up rappers, unhappy they will never make it
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Falling Star - Alumni
