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The Fall Video (MV)




Performed By: Kid Cole
Length: 2:30
Written by: Kid Cole




Kid Cole - The Fall Lyrics




Never done with the pain
Won with the brain
Okay, Okage
Trapped in a cage, backed from a gage
Color be vague, but the color be bage
Filled with the rage, rise to a stage
Only imagine, fire like dragon
Burning on my face, running out of space
Death would be the case, but it ain't ever aced

In The End, you finna be alone
Cuz aint nobody home, aint nobody at the phone
Rotting to the bone, skin is at decay
Soul is set to lay, on the floor and you pray
Where are your possessions?
Possession' your depression
Stressing and investing
Time into none, buy me a gun and maybe let it go
Maybe let it flow, you can't even throw
You ain't ever be enough, life is gettin' tough
Life is getting rough, slowly cough and scuff

Now I'm at the break
All my friends are fake
Running from the take
Life is getting snatched, life is gettin bashed
Always been betrayed, always at the cliff
Now I wanna fall, and my hands get stiff
Hands just rip, hand just dip
Life just go, life just leave
I didn't contemplate, dark at the eve
Falling to the depths, falling to the void
Falling to my death, I've always been toyed, yeah
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Never done with the pain
Won with the brain
Okay, Okage
Trapped in a cage, backed from a gage
Color be vague, but the color be bage
Filled with the rage, rise to a stage
Only imagine, fire like dragon
Burning on my face, running out of space
Death would be the case, but it ain't ever aced

In The End, you finna be alone
Cuz aint nobody home, aint nobody at the phone
Rotting to the bone, skin is at decay
Soul is set to lay, on the floor and you pray
Where are your possessions?
Possession' your depression
Stressing and investing
Time into none, buy me a gun and maybe let it go
Maybe let it flow, you can't even throw
You ain't ever be enough, life is gettin' tough
Life is getting rough, slowly cough and scuff

Now I'm at the break
All my friends are fake
Running from the take
Life is getting snatched, life is gettin bashed
Always been betrayed, always at the cliff
Now I wanna fall, and my hands get stiff
Hands just rip, hand just dip
Life just go, life just leave
I didn't contemplate, dark at the eve
Falling to the depths, falling to the void
Falling to my death, I've always been toyed, yeah
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Writer: Kid Cole
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