Peter Cosentino - A Kind of Fall (feat. Saint Sinbad) Lyrics

A kind of fall left me here this morning
Broke and torn I'll begin my day
I said in love you'll get it all or nothing
So stay above don't risk your life today

Forty in the bag and forty in the grave
Rollie's full of hash and we boxing the estate
Puffin til I crash like I'm zoning on the brakes
I'm high I'm up I'm jumpin out the face

If I'm finna hit it imma hit it like the bass
If I'm getting lifted imma hit another plane
If I'm finna swerve it imma jump into a lane
F*ck bad I'm bully and I'm coming for the king

F*ck sad I'm goody and the feeling is insane
You mad I'm poppin like you shouldn't know my name
But bitch I'm great
Bitch you fake
Catch a bag then catch my fade

Feel like Cass up in the rain
No lag no pause no stop no break
No break No break

No breaks and no mistakes
Imma disgrace you broke my grace and
You broke the vase in the mind of my home
Broke the case in the love of my soul
No break No break

No break No break
I don't got no fear no shame
No break No break
I don't got no fear no shame
No break No break
No break No break