Falling Up
Hook (Hilsyde):
All these feelings always are the same
And I always leave ‘em fallin’ on the stage
Even when I’m feelin lost I’ll never change
Falling up I still hold you…
Stepped outside, neck glistening sweat/Grippin that fresh set that I wrecked/With all those next up that’s impressed/And what’s pressed up in my chest/Boy I done sweat it out in these sets/And I poured it down to these speakers and then I check it down to these decks/And that’s what I get/Kids come round, to give the daps and a pound/Back in a town/Somewhere between Seattle, Wenatchee, Spokane, and Yakima now/Ask how, so much money goes into it/Who’s my influence?/How long you been doin it?/Not half as long as half these other motherfuckers never even got to put a ballpoint pen to it/So I swim through the shit creek/Go blitzkrieg/On this beat/Til my face red and my pits real/But I don’t really care cause the crowd’s out there and they moving with me/But if I just blink, I lose that dream/Confuse that scene/With the life that I move between/Looking for a balance losing steam/And forget what improvement means/But I do this thing for the kids at the merch booth/The fans that say that they heard you/The kids past curfew/And all the other rappers lookin at me like “I felt your verse dude”/And that’s about all it is/Shit, that’s about all it was/I don’t really think nothing in this life’s ever gonna feel like falling up…
Hook (Hilsyde):
All these feelings always are the same
And I always leave ‘em fallin’ on the stage
Even when I’m feelin lost I’ll never change
Falling up I still hold you…
I still
I still hold you
Even when I’m falling up
Dream’s don’t die, even if the body does/The mind fades quick, and ambition probably just/Stays right there where you learnt it/Fourteen years old surfin/Rap sites lookin for the perfect/Beat with my friends all workin/Stampin labels on a CD-R surface/Now it’s, full circle/Slinging albums after these shows/Older cat looking back at these rows of kids/With they hands up practically grown/Practicing poems/To recite them/Somewhere between that hyphen of where my life ends/Right in the type of light in this pen/That hopefully one day can be recycled/That means, that we don’t make trash/And the music that blasts represents what we had/So, even if the time passes/And we become the past then the sound embodies our path/Call it brash I guess, but classic is what it always was/I’m floating down here with you on the ground, please don’t catch me if I’m falling up…
Hook (Hilsyde):
All these feelings always are the same
And I always leave ‘em fallin’ on the stage
Even when I’m feelin lost I’ll never change
Falling up I still hold you…