I know, here's an idea, maybe we can put together a little tour

For the core forces of Low Pressure's finest

Combined with Goodnight Musics the crew would set out from Halifax

Earning props and greenbacks and wearing party hats

Gather 4 crazy rappers in a van plus moves

And do twenty dates in the states mostly for free booze

Got stiffed at every phase, got sniffed at every border

Lost battle after battle with karma and fate

Made to order struck with bad luck and nothing went right

Except for the rapping part we kicked mega balls every night

Filling up clubs filling up on road food, road beer

Road rash ass smelling like sulphur fast food draft beer

1 hotel room 5 dudes piled in here

And moves and T be smoking

Cracked out broken, can't wait to hit the road and

Then come home when it ends, and become legends to our friends

Bumping devin the dude across Canadian plains

Me Noah T, Kaleb, B, and Paul hauling ass to Maine

Let's just say the border guards in Calais don't like black folks

They made up warrants and lied this shit'd gone past jokes

No laughing matter had to say goodbye to Caleb

Give the finger to the bailiff cm'on let's be gone

They let us grab T and be back on the highway

They can't stop the prophets they can't stop our posse

Chorus:

I've had a hard fall I kinda fell hard

I think i learned a little, but who knows you know?

I mean I'm leaning towards leaving this lifestyle of the road

But when it goes right it goes so right

I've had a hard fall I kinda fell hard

I think i learned a little, but who knows you know?

I mean I'm leaning towards leaving this lifestyle of the road

But when it goes right it goes so right

Verse 2

Wrong motto, tour sponsor must have been Murphy's law

The farther ahead we looked the worse we saw

Driving at night through Indiana by headlight

What's that in the road?

Asked Noah, then shit just exploded

I noticed the huge deer on the median immediately

It tried to run away but couldn't quite flee my vehicle

Bang (flying deer), Dang (is everybody ok?)

(What the hell was that?) Comes the question from the back

Crank shaft gear shift down just killed a deer near town

And so we get towed, get back in the van that mowed down the doe

That chose that night to freeze and frozen in the road

We hit it dead on, then and there the creature's life gone

I pulled onto the shoulder, radiator smoking holding

Head in hand and, Man I can't stop shaking

I was fucking driving when it happened, hadn't taken

Two steps out the van and then it hit me

I declined insurance when I got this rented auto

That means this dented rent-a-wreck just became a big problem

Out of pocket, out of purse thinking worse case scenario

We're fucking stuck in Angola, Indiana

This can't happen man we had to get going

See the show must go on and we had to go on showing off

So it's off to the dodge spot to get a hot not purple green van

It looked like just the minivan to make the scene in

But we can't take it out of state so they replaced it with a car

And now there's 5 dudes crammed into a Buick

Far from home, 18 dates left, and then I get a call on my phone

(Yo Josh, all them Cali dates is gone)

No Project Blowed, no Fillmore, No California here I come

My jaw dropped I'm awestruck dumb

Wonder what'll take to flip fate to make this right

But there was nothing we could do so we just drank all night

Like Buffalo Sol-deers

Chorus:

I've had a hard fall, I kind of fell hard

I think I learned a little but who knows you know?

I mean I'm leaning towards leaving this lifestyle on the road

But when it goes right it goes so right

I've had a hard fall, I kind of fell hard

I think I learned a little but who knows you know?

I mean I'm leaning towards leaving this lifestyle on the road

But when it goes right it goes so right

Verse 3

I'mma be alright. I'mma be on my feet again

And meanwhile I'll just freestyle but there's really nothing sweeter than

Meeting your darkside and seeing sparks fly

By the end we oozed booze and everyone had gone crazy

Just to deal with the range of the strange

Well, things kept on going, noone ever thinking long-range

I know sometime's it sucked and nobody got fucked

At least not with ladies, but at least no road babies

Never punched out any lights, although sometimes I thought we shoulda

Stuck some punk rocker in a locker (yo we didn't but we coulda)

Many suckers sucking suffering suckatash

Fucking suckers, you stuck up suck-dick fucksticks

Buck65, sixtoo, scratch bastard

Greymatter, drunc caleb, Gordo, everybody else that matters

This is the crew who've been doing it forever

You couldn't handle this tour, not now not ever

Greenbacks and Party Hats 1993

Bolts, Moves, Tachichi, Kunga 219 and me

(refrain)

I've had a hard fall

I've had a hard fall

I've had a hard fall

I've had a hard fall