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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this face
This face that has flat fallen
Tired of looking like this 
Tired of bawling 
Eventually Ima get up 
1st step is I have to start crawling 

I've fallen Down
I've fallen flat
It gets harder and harder to get outta bed
But I gotta go make these Big Macs
I tried to get up from my face one time 
But I fell
Harry Potter isn't near 
But ive been put under a crying spell
Too much time in my head 
I often ponder and dwell
I'm a teenage midget negro turtle
And lately I haven't come outta my shell
I can't blame it on Michele 
But she's the bulk of the problem 
Been going back and forth 
Since the autumn 
Like blue and red sock em bop em
And I got bopped this time
Give me 10 seconds to get up
And I'll be on my feet on second #9
Not cussing not swinging 
Cause that wasn't my upbringing 
Fallen flat on my face 
My head is banging
cognition is  changing 
Very very lowly
I've got to get up
Is there anyone to show me

A piece of me Fell off there
A piece of me died there
And I tried to shove it in the hands
Of the broad with the balet shoes and black hair
A piece of me that completed me
I was alright without it for a little bit
But then I fell on my face
I might as well embrace 
Covering up would be a waste
I gotta get back up 
The drive is in me
There's no going back 
I'm public enemy 
I just wish I hadn't left piece of my identity 
It's right down the street
Louisville isn't that big of a city
But how could I easily forget the place
Where I met the love of my life Whitney 
August 18th is when I 1st fell
Skinned knees and rusted elbows
Trynna hold myself together 
With gorilla glue and old Velcro 
I was eventually gunna get over this
Even though I had doubts about it goin slow
5 months later 
Still the same height 
But I'm ginormously greater
I can walk past the place 
Without putting up any middle fingers 
I can't blame you for the whole fall but you did provoke me and push me
Sometimes when you fall 
The bottom won't always be plushy
Just cause I'm more emotional
Doesn't mean I'm a Pussy
And I am not motivated by bandos and bushy pussy
Paychecks and my princess are more my speed 
She's helps me cause she's not a rookie 
Veteran to the vileness 
Sometimes when I can't express what I'm going through logically
She's my stylus 
When she's by my side 
I can safely close my eyelids
She'll be there 
No surprise
When I'm face down 
And when I arise 
I love her
I can't hide this

Beginning to lift my face up
Time to wake up
Salutations 
I gotta get my face back up to par
Let me start off by shaving
At least I'm trying
No more sighing, crying, drying
This is my life
Mine mine mine
And Whitneys mine 
Heck yea I'm selfish
She's gunna be here if I'm down in the dumps
Or if I'm Elvis
But I'm Johnny
JumpOnEmJohnny 
I have to be aware of who's in front of me
Who won't front me
She's rubs my back
I run her tummy 
Sorry to rub it in 
But one day this darkness will end 
There's no doubt
There's no it depends
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