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bobby gore - falling windows lyrics

verse 1:
irony
best dish
served
sautéed
with grits & grins
especially ya friends
there through thick & thin
lakes with no creeks
obsolete
obese fat meat grease
but no travolta
purple & gold like cobras
phil it in the air?
feel it in the stare?
astaire inspired true
i’m on my own thing
you?
ironing on the
falsehoods of youth that shoot
black america
been had wide hands
how else can some else pollute
spread crack rock through land
frankly placed oceans
of starving & hopeless
waiting for the man”
blue pockets aren’t deep
gotta go get it youngin’
fertilize the streets
i say…

hook 1:
falling windows
they share what people know
falling windows
they share where people go
falling windows
they share what people see
but baby when it’s cold outside
can’t replace the falling window

verse 2:
aunts like my sisters
do anything in the trench
just gotta make sense
dollars don’t count tho
here to protect the lil one
the son of big sis
prince in robs regime
here to set the future right
but this a hard scheme
we don’t sleep at night
cause of the window trembling
one boy
two women
just the beginning
of sleeping under coats and
just as winter broke and
i don’t know
d-mn
how we suppose to get by
if we always on the defense
offensive stages
caused us to swim the deep end
different ages
coulda hurt
depends
if the window seat we in
still depicts us all
as rob’s kids
i say…

hook 2:
falling windows
they share what people know
falling windows
they share where people go
falling windows
they share what people see
but baby when it’s cold outside
can’t replace the falling window

verse 3:
everyday
seemed
to be an everyday struggle
for the man
working for the scr-ps
and perhaps
another d-mn
plan
for takeover
place of make over
it’s hard to remain sober
we back here (how)
please don’t knock
i fear
we smell rocks
and first three floors
he on top
now
down is the way out
sh-t
ten years prior to my descent
we used to rule this b-tch
now the hooker in
momma work for both
don’t like
she deserve the most
he tried
but now he dying
d-mn…
first born
ain’t always a man
so she withstands
and
tried to help’em anyway
its okay ma
please don’t cry
my god
he know why…
i say…

hook 3:
falling windows
they share what people know
falling windows
they share where people go
falling windows
they share what people see
but baby when it’s cold outside
can’t replace the falling window

- bobby gore lyrics

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