Falling Down - The Streets, Hak Baker

You can’t fake the fizzle

Be it is in your skin

Three Rizla sheets to the wind

When you fail, they rejoice

When you fail, they rejoice

Falling down is an accident

Staying down is a choice

Took a little trip, slip, miss

Geezer, this is it, misfits

See all their lip, check this

Geezer, please miss me with all of it

Tequila at the bar last night

The reason why I look like flippin' shit

Reason why I’m questioning all of it

'Cause, cor blimey, she was fit

Took a little trip last year

What a brittle trip, rasp gear

Met about a baker’s dozen

Of cynical little pricks

Geezer, this is me, mate and what you see, mate

Is what you get, yep, no fantasy

I got my East End gang with me

A bunch of cunts in all honesty

The Monday will be solemn

Could do with a little trip to Holland or Tulum

But see, me cash flow’s a travesty

The reason why I’m nickin' these bag of peas

Oi, oi, oi

You can’t fake the fizzle

Be it is in your skin

Three Rizla sheets to the wind

When you fail, they rejoice

When you fail, they rejoice

Falling down is an accident

Staying down is a choice

She walked with me to the place

But she won’t let me try and act up

She talked shit to my face

But compliments me behind my back

Text messaging like I

Shoot from the hip in a Western movie

Everyone who comes into your life

Is a blessing or a schooling

Fall in love with the girl who makes you love the guy that

Under a little blem of weed

Just learning the ropes of it

Come to see the film, please

But don’t turn off your phone, innit?

When you fail, they rejoice

When you fail, they rejoice

Falling down is an accident

Staying down is a choice

Yo, when we all fall, we’ll be dead

Brown bread discomposed in the depths

Yo, falling down is an accident

But see, staying down is for plebs

Come on

You can’t fake the fizzle

Be it is in your skin

Three Rizla sheets to the wind

When you fail, they rejoice

When you fail, they rejoice

Falling down is an accident

Staying down is a choice