Artist: Effect & Dang. f/ Akrobatik, Illicit, Pat G Album: You Don't Love Me and I Don't Care Song: Falling Apart Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Illicit] Yeah..yo I tried to paint a perfect picture of a perfect picture Hazard result of this shit, no hits like a perfect pitcher You heard +Life's a Bitch+, well I flirted with her Keep strikin out, now I'm takin swings at her curvy sister I don't think you get it, not knowin where you headed Everyday is more dreaded than the last, yeah I said it Cause I wake up with the feeling that I'm lacking all the credit I deserve, payin dues every track, every second Cause I do this shit for you and you, I never do for me Every track is like I'm writin out a eulogy that I'm dedicatin to the hip-hop community Tryin to bring back for the acts that influence me My perfect world is a room full of true emcees and a few pretty face ladies movin to the beat But it's hard makin movements in this industry 24/7 grind, even movin in my sleep [Chorus: Akrobatik] I can't front, it's easy makin joints from the heart When every single fuckin thing around you is falling apart I can't front, it's easy makin joints from the heart When every single fuckin thing around you is falling apart I can't front, it's easy makin joints from the heart When every single fuckin thing around you is falling apart Falling apart, falling apart When every single fuckin thing around you is falling apart, c'mon [Pat G] It's so loooooud inside my head, so I spaz Gotta write it down before my sanity crash No food, no job, baby moms on my ass (damn!) Time's tickin, but it's tickin too fast Of course, I wanna be first, but gotta make it last Brain full of pain, pad's still blank So my freedom got limits like fish in a tank Spliff full of stank, hopin I can mellow out Before I say "FUCK THAT!" and start yellin out So hard to write a song when your mind's spaced I wish that you could spend a day in my space! Trippin over the position life's sitting in (uh-huh) Wanna quit, but your heart says, "Get it in!" Evil wanna take over, don't let it win Word to hip-hop, I'ma rock like setamine, yeah~! [Chorus] [Effect] Yo, they say the ones with the feeling are the easiest songs to write Pours out of you, when you feel wrong, it's right Many tired days, sleepless nights Many struggles with the pen, I gotta fight it to write 'Bout anything other than fightin the fight Got it worded in a way to make you say, "Tight!" Cause the songs that I love on all those records you like are buried at the end, you never heard of 'em, right? It's alright, had a bad year, made that clear When I drink away a summer and I chase it with tears Then pen to release for the whole world to hear to be asked questions ?Zeta? didn't answer like "Yeah" Music don't hold the door for me, skip the chivalry My heir appreciates a coat that's less sugary And I'll be, the record that you choose the skip through Cause it's really effortless when I say this to you [Chorus: now rapped by Effect]