Letra Backburner Jehry Robinson

Backburner

Falling
Falling
It’s falling into pieces

They try to put me on a backburner
Yeah, back in school I was a bad learner
Yeah, ‘til they put me in the lab, murdered everything they had
Man I’m way to assertive with?all'the?working on this?pad
They can never'deter me, just have me swerving off the path
Never occurred to nobody I was in the bad way
Staring at a gun with a blunt in the ash tray
Put it to my head, swear to God that this my last day
Can’t pray, I feel like God is mad
I just saw my Aunt, had to tell me that my cousin noddin' out again
How many times we gon’ do this, man? It’s out of hand
I got a better plan, no one try’na listen
Take depression and divide it by persistence
Took my vision and I made a fucking business
It’s on me since beginning, I was built to go the distance
So insistent on providing my assistance
Bitch I’m different than these motherfuckers
Then I hit ‘em with some uppercuts
Never giving love, I’m just try’na give it back though
Backstage on the bus feeling mad low
Way late, I can’t even pay the landlord
Whole life ain’t shit, I been mad poor
Lately I been round the world, every airport
Fuck a sad story, I’ma skip the bad parts
2020 in the vision, we gon’ blast off

Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
Said you gon’ have to kill me when I’m done
And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done
(Go, go, go, go!)
Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
I’m falling
I’m falling into pieces

See the older I grow they get more on my dick
Holding that shit like I’m taking a piss
It’s moments like this that make us who we is
Try’na make a better life for our kids
Forgive me for flashing this thing on my wrist
It feels so good when you came up with shit
My mother and father thought I was a dick
Cause I had no car and no place I could live
But now I been chilling just repping my team
My efforts allowed me a second to breath
You don’t know my story, you don’t know my life
You don’t know what it’s like to go to the bank
And not have a dollar for all of these hours
So now that I got ‘em I'm calling them out
And I’m letting them know that we’re here
Excuse me sir, you’re in my chair
I’m head of the table, butter my bagel
Cinnamon Raisin and I drink Hazel
Not coffee, don't fuck up my order or
You're fired, you're fired
Said riding around, they know me in the hood
Cause I know I've done everything I could
That's why my whole team, we all eating good
I am the focus of what we all could
We coming for you-nite together as one
Don't think that my work will ever be done
Someone will have to come sever my tongue
Cause every morning I'm up with the sun
Been sharpening blades, I been loading my gun
Waiting for someone to say something dumb

Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
Said you gon’ have to kill me when I’m done
And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done
(Go, go, go, go!)
Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
I’m falling
I’m falling into pieces

Wait hold up, stop the show
I'm not high, but I'm not so low
I'm not defined by the things I know
It's just too close, man, I can't let go
Yeah, drift away with me now
Sit back with an eighth of some loud
Wish I could be who I say to the crowd
I'm a superhero now, I need a cape and a crown
I'm an ape, made a sound in the middle of New York
Took around the nation, got a little bit of love
No filter, yeah, I'm bitter with the plug
Too busy judging to consider what it was
Steady hating like they did it out of love
Trav came and pulled a motherfucker out the mud
I had a little bit of fight left, a little bit of buzz
Just a little bit of life left, whole lot of blood
Now I'm boutta make a milli off t-shirts
Was up late doing my research
Had to swan dive in this bitch feet first
No high fives, running until my feet hurt
I tell you one thing, we ain't getting weaker
Whole team taken care of over features
I ain't gotta break the bank just so I can eat bro
Little bit of weed and my mama living decent

Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
Said you gon’ have to kill me when I’m done
And if Jesus come down to save us you’ll understand what we’ve done
(Go, go, go, go!)
Who am I?
I live with my head under a gun
Keep my head down and try to hustle
Get scared but I never run
Fuck the suicide
I’m falling
I’m falling into pieces