Rahki - Falling Down lyrics

[Intro:] They say that when it rains it pours They're right [Hook:] Falling from out of the sky It's falling down on me Praying come down, fall down Praying come down, fall down Falling from out of the sky [Verse 1] When I forgot to close the blinds I couldn't sleep Kept waking up from all the shine, glare in my eyes I'm off three hours, eat, sleep, repeat grind again It's what he does that others don't do is what's defining him I never would've thought the words wrote on a page Would have me on the other side of earth on a stage I never would've thought there was a stage on earth That made me feel more at home besides my place of birth I'm from gun-slinging CA where every movie's watched Then watched back for instant replay So many days and nights with ink bleeding papers Fall asleep on flights, call it sleeping with strangers Now back to the City of Angels where the rain is [Hook] [Verse 2] I simplify by design, my words get scribed To the vinyl when they rhyme, mark it with a scribe Count lessons, toes, fingers, I'm alive I've pa**ed so many lows to survive all the highs I've learned some things and others learned to tolerate (like what?) You can be a day short but not a dollar late New day in [?] chainlink, put it together Beat the drum, pray for rain, we ain't the same under the weather Just me against the world on the verge of relentless Trying to stay apart like each word of the sentence King vs. apprentice, champ vs. challenger The challenger swung, the champ fell, they kicked him out of there I throw raps to sea in a bottle to float Like a lost SOS that the novelist wrote The wind blew and popped the top, they read the letter To whom it may concern, my sick words under the weather [Hook] [Verse 3] So I forgot to change the time showing up early With my money on my mind trying to keep from crime One of a kind, I'm defined by my environment For everything I did from inception to retirement Cause I be running on unleaded fumes Collecting money back for sacks fronted for the rent is due A daydreamer still running towards the rainbow's ending Knowing damn well the gold wasn't meant for spending You ten cents from a nickel in your pocket sh**, I'm thirty short of twenty dollars in my wallet yeah You might need twelve fingers for the runners Maybe six on the hand, half a dozen on the other I bundle up brown gloves for the summer Shorts in the winter with a slicker and umbrella A fella chasing cheese like he running a maze But really I'm just running in place, I need the bread to start [Hook]