falling down

Professor Green

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...

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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...

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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...

(Chorus)
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...

(Chorus: babble)
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...

(Chorus:)
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
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...