Текст песни Fallin' Sins (feat. L.Franchise) - Intricate E

Wait so Eli you made this

Alright go E
Clap it up and go the distance
Mirror switch to change my image
Refill the cup forget the pitcher
Looking sad what's the problem
Why you trippin why you falling
Know the home that gets you calling
What my name is I'm fucking ballin'
What my name is the fuckin' doctor
Always knew I came a problem
Hard head get it twisted knocking
Always knew I was a working project
Lock the screw and twist the knock in
Control your people genocidin'
Watch my wave I like to slide in
What you mean you think bout doubting'
What you mean you think bout howling
Ou I was in the coupe
I ride with rounds to shoot it lose
And practice what my skills can do
Bring the camera out
To showing the falling out
Blitz the crowd to crack the smile
And make the twist go wild
Why the shatter in the world
What the fuck yea
Flippin' cars and flashing beams
What really be exciting me
I twist it 'round the cup
And I drink my pinky up
Oh my nigga said he passing me
Well where the fuck you catching up
Ain't make to my cup of tea
Ain't make it pass my starter fee
Who you got be calling me
The shades is deep to lock your feet
Know some homies like to tweak
I keep it dolo so you only hear my fuckin' speech

Its chiggidy chiggidy intentional man move so deliberately
Run up them bands do so religiously
I come with demands acting all Biggity
It's chiggidy chiggidy they rather get rid of me do me like Kennedy

The only opps I have are my future opportunities
I really ain't on that unity
Ask yourself truthfully
Who would you choose if it came down to you or me
You can keep that commentary
2 cents and your scrutiny
Feeling philanthropic
It's murder on any topic
The man in this bitch Peyton and Eli rocking
In the sand with my bitch niggas keep story watching
He got his hands on the blick now he itching to pop it
I'm fucking with the plug daughter all up in her socket
3rd bottle of wine I'm starting to feel like Bacchhus
Wasted all that time a comebacks my only option
Born in New Orleans by BR I was adopted hold up
Hold up ok my nigga roll up
We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers
Hold up ok my nigga roll up
We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers
Hold up ok my nigga roll up
We repent fallin sins for our fallen soldiers

Trickster Tricketer
Mister Mister
Only giving out praises to the real hittas'
Who a real hitta'
Who a real splita'
Who really getting jiggy
When the town is lit up
Cold winter Cold hitter
Cold killer Heart killer
Born killer Born temper
Never going clueless
Cause my vision stay clearer

Why you always cluesless never be aware
Who be the fuckin' shooter
Gotta push it to the mental
To the sky the stars I rolled up
Oh who be saying hold up
Oh Who be saying pour up
Already got it in my cup
So nigga what's the hold up
Why you be reposing
Why you reflecting for your pass sins
Why you be repenting
What's the forgiveness that you asking

Who the fuck you look up to
Who the fuck made promises due
Who the fuck be thinking
All the favors I be counting through
Ain't never one, aint number one
I don't count on my biggest thumb
Who the fuck be tweakin'
Man point him out and get some rum
First time on a island
And I blacked out trynna get it done
First time on an isand
And I spent it like it's my last one