The Falling Lyrics - Singles - Roots Manuva

Guns, bitches, hoes, crack 

Death and disease, and a baseball bat 

S T D's that have no name 

Down at the clinic with a face full'a shame 

Russian Roulette with a naked flame 

Dangerously slow but in the fast lane 

A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine 

Just got the news about the tumor in my brain 

Just don't care so we sniff it all the same 

Caught my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane 

Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get them slain 

Assassins for hire, they shall get paid 

Two-G, Three-G, whatever it costs 

None of those fools shoulda got me crossed 

I'm just about ready for some treacherous thing 

Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane 

Mass murderin', brains on the floor 

You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live no more 

You done and made me lose my cool 

Where's my tool? Who's the bigger fool? 

Road rage, pavement rage, all kind of rage 

You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age 

Every other day's a good day to die 

Best be careful, if you's love your life 

You don't know nothin', you don't see nothin' 

You don't be nothin', you don't do nothin' 

But we all got to be something and somebody 

But everybody here can't be that rich 

You know the sayin', 'Life's A Bitch' 

I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch 

Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch 

Don't you be a stupid bitch 

I took a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart 

That's my sacrifice, my wayward device 

It sound mad though, my self-mutilation like 

Doctor Fosters and his very first patient 

The God's ain't happy 'cause man is praisin' himself 

Plannin' to get to Heaven with that earthly wealth 

Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge money 

Mass futility, souls on the guillotine 

Meantime I unravel, callin' Jimmy Saville 

Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness