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• Artiste: Manu Crooks
• Titre: Fall Apart
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When I left alone Spent a couple hours on my own I called you late night You said you wanna know What we are, what we isn't I gotta duck it, I go off Know we gon' make it, we go hard Let's take it right to when we ended things We never thought that we would ever fall apart Ayy, ayy Can't tell me fibs bout, how talents beating all the hard work 'Cause there been days and nights I felt like this shit might not work I can't do groupies, so many hoes wanna see how the pipe work, light work When I brought dick and food to the table, she got excited There's no hood, in the world that a nigga can't go Looks like they've thrown all my people in the jungle, same struggles They benefiting of the culture I don't wanna hear about fronting lawyers And still I got my day ones Just to look out for these, for these, for these Vultures, nonsense, can't paint me as the monster Sponsors, can't pay enough for a soldier Obvious, couldn't face up to my audience Black and Aussie, I'm saucy, bossy Can't tell me 'bout nothing Swerving bitches often My enemies watching 'cause they love me When I left alone Spent a couple days all on my own I called you late night You said you wanna know What we are, what we isn't I gotta duck it, I go off Know we gon' make it, we go hard Let's take it right to when we ended things We never thought that we would ever fall apart You see the calm, I kill the noise They do the most to fill the void She threw me signs that read I'm all yours Said fuck the love, I want the loyalty Ayy, you miss my call, you never called I'm too persistent for ya Got a soft spot for ya You get suspicious 'bout us Although I been on the road Just know we been on the go I never been one to fold Couldn't be that boy that went told Can't cross in nigga in ISO Me and my bitch and my riffle When aunty got me a Bible Told me to read and practice what I'm preaching What we believe in, fuck the system We do not conceive in Tweaking Four hundred years, and still grieving When I left alone Spent a couple nights all on my own I called you late night You said you wanna know What we are, what we isn't I gotta duck it, I go off Know we gon' make it, we go hard Let's take it right to when we ended things We never thought that we would ever fall apart