Classified - Fall From Paradise lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

I know that everything that goes up, must come down

That everybody with luck, must run out

Ya, so now I'm contemplating, like 'what's up now'

The music thing is all gone, but I'll suck it up proud

I did more than I imagined, tours I couldnt fathom

Broke down doors for sure, I let 'em have it

If any opportunity came, I had to grab it

Any goals set, I rose, then ran past it

Not a superstar and never wanted that

But I did sign some autographs on some groupies' ass

Smoked a lot of free weed from St. John's to BC

They came out the wood work, to see me speak

That was paradise

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[Verse 2:]

I went thru all types of bullshit, the story go way back

And I'm proud of myself now, though its corny to say that

Hip hop in Enfield was really non existance

Parents thought I was a fad, Dad I gone the distance

I tried to make a difference, I kept workin off persistance

Noone paid attention, now I talk and they listen

Emcees are often dissin, like I'm the man to beat

Ya I met a lot of rap stars that still a fan of me

I rock shows wit Busta, had songs in his movie

Ate chicken wit Luda, conversated wit Son Doobie

I drank wit Buck Shot, and Dj Evil D

I did songs wit Maestro, and smoked hash wit Keith Moby

I love hip hop, cause it made me who I am

It gave me confidence, and it made a honest man

This is paradise, and I found a promise land

So now I'm chillin and enjoyin my accomplishments

It's paradise

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[Verse 3:]

Now a couple years after this drop, I'll probably flop

But thats the way it goes when you get on the top

I'm talkin bout Canada, yo this industry's a joke

I'm a canadian rap star, and kid I'm still broke

But I ain't work in years, and some think I'm famous

While other people ask when the hell I'm gunna make it

I'm good where I'm at, keep the glamour and the glitz

I don't run from my fans, cause my stamina is shit

I appreciate the heads, the critics, and the haters

I know I miss the ref, the bitches and the breakers

The tours, the shows, promoters and the assholes

The beats and the rhymes, cause thats all that Class knows

That was paradise

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