Falling Down - Professor Green, Lee Bailey

Yogi man

I’m sick of this shit bruv

Swear down

Just as things start looking up

It all goes to shit again

Story of my fucking life!

I don’t wanna live my life this way.

No!

Picture me behind a desk

Picture that a nine to five I ain’t into that

I’m into rap

And I don’t see me getting an office job with these tat’s

So what choice do I have man?

Do I sign on or do I bag grams?

Long signing for dole

I wanna get signed for my flow

And my rhymes

I’m a pro and I’m nice I know

If I grind then I’ll blow

So why am I wasting time on the roads

Now Mike’s interested

I should probably give it a rest before I get arrested

But then I got arrested, whoops

Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?

Why oh why oh why.

All I want’s to change my ways

Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here

Stuck on the wrong side of town

With my head spinning, I keep on falling down

Never been arrested for so much as an eighth of weed and I get arrested for

kidnap, blackmail, false imprisonment and possession with intent to supply.

Typical of my fuckin' luck really innit, just as I’m about to sign a deal with

Mike I might be doing a fucking bird

I don’t wanna sell weed no more

Hated the cycle but I kept peddling

Nan just found food under my bed again

I’m a let down again

And she’s screaming «get this shit out of my house» again

There’s no curving the truth

The bags too big to be for personal use

There’s no excuses

She knows what the truth is

I do flip Keys of green to get me a few quid

She’s looking at me so disappointed

All I can say is I won’t do it again

But she knows I will.

Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?

Why oh why oh why.

All I want’s to change my ways

Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here

Stuck on the wrong side of town

With my head spinning, I keep on falling down

Never learn man.

There’s no plan B for me, I ain’t got shit to fall back on!

I left school in year 8 I don’t have an education, selling weed and writing

lyrics is all I know

I got arrested and raided

Then I got signed

And I bust case

So now everything’s fine

But now everything’s not

Not only did I get dropped

The whole label did

And I wasted my advance so I ain’t got shit

I’m stuck at warners and them pricks won’t push my album

But it’s cool

As soon as I’m free I’m gonna do it without them

Eight months later I’m still stuck in my deal

In debt with my lawyer time to get back on this ferris wheel

I’m stuck on this carousel

When will this ever end?

This is hell for me I’m back at the beginning again

Somebody please get me off this circus ride

The horse that I’m riding is hurting my thighs erm.

Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?

Why oh why oh why.

All I want’s to change my ways

Why oh why oh why Do I always end up back here

Stuck on the wrong side of town

With my head spinning, I keep on falling down

And before some funny guy tries to make a joke about me riding a horse,

it is a metaphor!

What I mean is I am sick of hustling, I am sick of the grind,

I am sick of things going to shit, Just when things are looking up!

I don’t know if this shit is ever gonna work for me.

I swear down blud I am so

fed up Yogi, I cannot be dealing with it anymore