Sun Fallin'

In this land, I'm bold, and our stories are yet to be told, so here I go again, striking out on my own Striking out on my own Striking, striking out on my own Battling demons day and night, in the struggle I will goddamn unite Southern fire, it's high pride, it's in my soul I emerge from the fight, no scars, no scratches Flowing like a river, yo, I bring it in batches From the bayou to the city lights, where the dreams go, I take flight Hustle every day and fucking night, I'm reaching for new heights Bitch, I'm real, the struggle is too, so what if I gotta do a little driving Defying the fucking odds in the south, I kick it to the north Yeah, that's how I thrive Don't give a fuck, need to get back Heat waves rising, temperatures flaring, and the streets on fire Battling inner demons, rising higher and higher The weight of the world is on my shoulders, and I can't bear it no more I'm a survivor, and I'm fighting fire with fire, showing that I care And I'm gonna be the one left standing, bitch, without a fucking no one staring at me Riding through the night, chasing my dreams, see Against all odds, making a scene, see I'm down in the fucking southern Indiana When you know the cost, I gotta bring it to you Kill your cat like a banana, but I fight through the pain I never lost, bitch, what you think I'm still standing for Standing tall in your face, in all the adversity Bitch, you need to learn your place Cause the southern sun fall, falling, falling, falling down Never rising on the strange town that I come around In this land, I'm bold, and our stories are yet to be told So here I go again, striking out on my own And I'm never backing down, and I'm taking a stand Man, what you think about me now In my fucking voice, I trust In my fucking voice, you trust Hand in hand, you'll never fucking beat us And I know I gotta cut back with all the cussing I'm trying to, bitch Man, that's a lesson that I gotta kick But it's a bad habit, I'm ruining this wicked shit So I gotta bring it half Falling, falling, falling, above fucking streets All the way to the pavement, and you're talking shit Bitch, you get laid down where you fucking said shit So don't spray shit, unless you wanna be dead In the fucking goddamn basement Cause the southern sun fall, falling, falling, falling down Never rising on the strange town that I come around In this land, I'm bold And our stories are yet to be told So here I go again, striking out on my own Falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling Falling, falling, falling