Paris Texas - ...We Fall

There's love in the air, so I will not breathe in
I made it alive, I survived the deep end
I'm back on my bullshit, I'm back with revenge
I saw all of this behind my eyes, dreaming

No, bitch, I can't come and kick it
I been focused on the vision
I been tryna keep my distance
Niggas move way too suspicious
In they feelings more than dentists
Admit it, that you been tempted but that watermark
Too vicious, our image, you tried to take

Beware, dawg, it could probably get risky
I'm raw dogging the 21st century
Fly to the paper, see how easy I'm stickin'
Myself into places that they been wishin'
For so long, now it's so long, bitch, miss me
They so pissed off need a couple more kidneys
Five-o grind, bet they cop without thinking
The line so long, now we got 'em all tweakin'

There's love in the air, so I will not breathe in
I made it alive, I survived the deep end
I'm back on my bullshit, I'm back with revenge
I saw all of this behind my eyes, dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming
Dreaming

One thing I must see, do they love me?
Do they trust me? Do they love me?
One thing I must see, do they love me?
Do they trust me? Do they love me?

How I make it in this bitch without a plan?
How I make it in this bitch without a dance?
When I was little, I would dream about Japan
Anything was better being on the block
You ain't know me when the nigga had the locs
You don't know me, no, there really ain't a lot
I got money but got nothing that I own
I had really turned my whip into a home
Colorist, I ain't fucking with your tone
At this point I got nothing I should prove
Season one, niggas really got renewed
Cigarettes on cigarettes, I'm Loosie Lou
Niggas really couldn't tell you who was who
We was really moving like there wasn't two
For a second niggas thought we was a band
Irony is now we really making bands
Got my kicked feet up, hand-stand
Peace up and it's A-town down
Fees up, know you hate me now
Ain't religious, I don't know who I should thank
Neon playing underwater tank
Making beats and the speakers on janky
Back then niggas wanted to be Frankie
Thrift shop, clothes on Xanny
At her house and she showing me paintings
She want anything but job
I was doing anything for the jaw
I can only feel something when it's raw
Nobu, I was in it for the thrill
She want someone who won't split like the bill
If I'ma say it I'ma die that on hill
If I'ma say it I'ma say it 'cause it's real

Holding back, on everything a nigga was believin'
A 2002 Toyota Camry I would be in
I would hit the North, then the South, then the East and the West everyday
I be gone on the weekends
Dad didn't get it, didn't know what I was thinking
Wanted me to get enlisted, be a politician
Somewhere I could find security without a vision
But I just kept faith that we find our own sound
The plan was to split 'til we find our own lane
The first time that I knew I was sittin' in my room
Tryna figure out exactly what we really need to do
Just to blow up like a fuse when we get up on stage
And when they look at me they could feel the misery, uh
Thinkin' to myself no one want this more than me, yeah
Staring at the ground 'cause I'm staring at defeat, huh
Now it's TNT anytime they see PT

Trying, trying, trying, one day it'll just be me
One day we might just see where I'ma end up being
Oh, I'm dying, dying, dying, they on a killing spree
They got it out for me, oh, rest in peace
Oh, I'm trying, trying, trying, one day it'll just be me
One day we might just see where I'ma end up being
Oh, I'm crying, crying, crying, just hold a tear for me
Just hope you don't miss me
One day, I'll be gone
One day, I'll be gone
One day, I'll be gone

Written by:
Adrian Waller, Wale Onayemi, Dilip Venkatesh, Matt Cohn

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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