Armand Hammer, The Alchemist and Earl Sweatshirt - Falling Out The Sky

She dropped a load on me before they closed the door
I be with nobody who know what's goin on inside
My father body swollen behind my eyes
I ain't cried for him in time
The return solar, we on the ride forward
The reverse not workin'
Sometimes we collide, the Black sky full of supernovas
And stars that died, no lie
I'm still rootin' for us, two foots in the soil
Rhymes forged that conjoin us to the cosmic
Spliff burning like crude oil, cool water drip like osmosis
I'll set the mood for ya, you know the vibes
Today, I got time for it, run Forrest
Five on me like I'm Bob Horry for the tribe slime
Mamba mentality, stars fallin' out of the sky, Sly

He was a star, when I got him, he was a star
Sly told you that everybody is a star
The only problem is some people haven't been
Put in the dipper and poured back on the world

Woke up on the west coast for the first time in my life
Drove cross-country but I remember those flights
Genuflected when I heard the weed price
White boys with the weed pipes, sunny days, sunny nights
Mighty clouds and Northern Lights
I was always bright, so no sooner than we touched down
I'm seeing how we could get home and be right
It's hard to live in the moment but I guess
I had a gift, Hawaiian so potent zoning off bong rips
I painted houses all summer, they paid by the shift
My boss was an enterprising white kid, eagle-eyed
Everything you did, shit gig, but I didn't quit
Mjg & Eightball spitting out the whip
Spliffs with kief at the tip
It felt sleepy at night but I liked that
Felt like you could relax, like you could disappear
Like I wasn't surrounded by the past
Months passed and we goin' back and in the back of my mind
The plan already hatched
The door panels already stashed
Illinois State Trooper just waiting
For time and space to cross our path

Walking four corners of God's country
Group calisthenics in morning fog
Catskill views, cats still yawning
Few hundred miles from hot garbage and smog
'89 find Air Max 90 first run
Fresh lungs, sweet blood, light bugs spark blackness
Back at the annex past bedtime, kissing, praying nobody catch us
Zapped, baby powder homie's sock if you fell asleep first
Pummel body la di da, batteries added vicious cycle
Hurt people, hurt people
Days of summer carefree, haven't found an equal
We all knew the Isleys before the Beatles
Red moon over the rec room in direction of discovering
Idle time wondering, thumbing '70s Ebony mags
Dripping red icee on the pages
Learned to swim in a pool
Where a boy drowned last year, wax in my ear
I heard voices I couldn't make out in the deep end
When I dipped my head under, come again
Burrs stuck to my socks
Pinch every few steps on the way to the graveyard
Old man Cropsey's head in my footlocker

Written by:
Chaz Hall, F. Porter, Daniel Maman

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