Top Songs By Lord Sko
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lord Sko
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lord Sko
Lyrics
Joshua Fersko
Composer
Greg Deavens II
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamey Staub
Mixing Engineer
Wrex Mason
Producer
Kareem Straughn
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Swear that I ain’t falling back
I ain’t falling back on em
I ain’t falling back for none
Swear that I ain’t falling back
I ain’t falling back on em
I ain’t falling back
Broken promises but I ain’t falling back
Really saw this s*** so I ain’t falling back
I ain’t falling back for none
Dissolve an acid tab watch the patterns shift (uh huh)
Money talks said I need a cut like a masochist (I need my cut)
Threw some Timberlands on and grew about half an inch
Promise you that your s*** ain’t perfect if you didn’t practice it (nah)
Smoking Randy Moss smoking Randy Moss
Got a solid hand I don’t even drop the ball on new years (haha)
In my efforts I shed a few tears to be here
You could catch me making 3 cheers to me myself and I (salute)
But everybody need a piece of the pie right?
I’m sky high catch me smoking kush and sipping mai tais
Everybody in my city see me and say that’s my guy (what up)
But I don’t even know like half of yall names tho (nah)
But aye bro I’m sure that most of em could say the same tho
I spent my nights getting high and my days low (smoke cough)
Taking trips out to Miami where the haze grow
Snorting drugs in my nasal with DeJ Loaf (sniff)
Pockets full of manchego hoes do what I say so
Jus tell em I ain’t falling back
I ain’t falling back on em
I ain’t falling back
Swear that I ain’t falling back
I ain’t falling back on em
I ain’t falling back for none (none)
Smoking Randy Moss smoking Randy Moss
I’m 30 thousand miles away from y’all
My head booming of the light and dark (boomin)
Drunk off both and tryna walk in with firearm (gun sounds)
And a fake ID like I’m moving on the run
I was 12 and took grandmas closet for all the rum (uh huh)
Y’all saw me not go to college and called me dumb
Now anyone who hear me talk might think I’m onto sumn (f****** genius)
Or I’m on sumn maybe just a bit of both
Make an album off of sample loops and written notes
And all I do is smoke piff and boast (what else)
Crack b****** jokes and 40s in this bitter tone
I couldn’t turn the other cheek if I wanted to
But aside from everything he still a solid dude (he cool)
Some my homies getting locked up some is on the loose
Couple go to college on scholarships I was offered too (congratulations)
Tryna wipe the tears off this crocodile
Won’t hit you back less I’m slipping up on a pocket dial (call)
Word is bond I really fathered styles
Still I’m not too well in the head ain’t seen the doc in a while
Smoking Randy Moss smoking Randy Moss
Don’t ask me how I know there’s cameras on
Just tell em I ain’t fallin back for ‘none
Swear that I ain’t fallin back
Written by: Greg Deavens II, Joshua Fersko