Fall Back - Izzy Strange, Eligh

I dont wanna log in or read your blog, man

I’d rather hang out with a caveman

Than the new primate

Synthetic world we create

The touch is no longer real

Fuck like a handshake

Holding hand Grenades

Birth control safe

Never met anybody with aids

It’s just a phase

Through a phase

To a different part in the maze

Betrays ghosts in the ashtray

With a fiery grave

I dont wanna conform

Id rather misbehave

Break away

Cause there could have been another way

Maybe on another day

What they gonna say?

Hey, somebody help me !

Hook

End of the road

End of the grind

End of the show

And you still in line

Will you find your way home?

Will it all be fine?

Better

Fall back on em

Fall back on em

Fall back on em

Fall back

Fall back

Verse 2 (Izzy Strange)

Making me feel like im outta my mind

Outta the hour and outta the time

Outta the dollar and outta the sign

Out from the shadows

And taking whats mine

Its becoming harder and harder to breathe

Under the water

I mean they thought i was a goner

No one would of thought

They framed roger, your honor

Plug em in

And watch them build a monster

Behind a screen your 10x stronger

And one man can’t have all that power

I’ll swipe you on tinder

Dont wanna buy you flowers

But its a catch 22

Cause look what i do

Create

Plug in

And connect to new

Need my connection juiced

Need call a truce

Need to count the views

Cause we making moves

To higher avenues

Cause when the bills is due

We gonna pay them too

Cause when the lights was gone

I was feeling blue

And i made a promise

That i grew out the shoe

Grew out the phase

When there was no food

Never gonna go back to that place

I grew a clue

I dont want to waste

I got some points to prove

So i guess im looking to purchase

Some ad space

But on the real

Not playing nice

If there was a button to destroy it all

I wouldn’t think twice

Hook

Verse 3: (Eligh)

Take a look

At me

Up close

Personality

And find a way to get acquainted

Stop staring in a screen

Eyes on a trampoline

Can’t stand still

Land fill full of broken dreams

Online — not a life

Hiding in the technology

I wrote about it

When I was a teen

Little man

Pulling from the sky

Words in the green grass

Burned in a pin joint

Earned in a shot glass

Learned on the back streets

Athlete on the avenue

Soaking up game

From the big brothers in the underground track meet

Ran that track like a chassey

On a cadillac frame

None of that is the same now a days

On the stage rookies raised from the baby state

To the mage

Getting paid real fast for a shit show

Some got it natural and some through a fish bowl

I wish all those

The luck I’ve had

To retain fans in a mad mad world

Music is number one

Quality from the gun

From the jump — grunt

From the heart

Run from the start

Tripping and falling

Then getting up again

For the call of the son

Call of the wild

You can call it my child

My career commandeered by the fear to succeed

Not fail

Never scared of that

Wear the badge of honor

Proudly pin it on the chest

The battles been through

With the pencil

Met with bat

Bat to the ball

Out the park

Out the dark

Like arriving through tunnels

I funnel my vision

Through people that listen

To what i’m expressing

I’m guessing

That technology is not all bad

Spreading the message

Of love through the music

That’s made with a needs

Of disease on slave ship

Call that, progress?

I say… maybe not

Venomous

A nemesis

Of learning how to communicate on a human level

In person

Who got these lazy thoughts

Growing up in world where we hide in our phone screens

Cause passing by a stranger on the street, makes one so uncomfortable

Eye contact cause anxiety and misery

Fall back to life

Back to humanity