[Intro: lone funk guitar and string stabs, spoken] Gel on the skin, suit on the gel, fire on the suit (Rolling) I been doing this since he had braces (Action) [Verse 1] Twenty two years in the Valley, I been falling for a check Got a hundred and twelve stitches like a road map on my neck I'm the back of his head, I'm the hands on the wheel I'm the man through the window, and the cuts are for real They light my back on fire, I count to four and drop Then we do it six more times 'cause a cloud got in the shot He rolls in for the close up with a spray bottle sweat And they paint a cut on him I haven't healed from yet He gets the trailer and the chef and his name on the door I get a cooler for a chair and frozen peas on my jaw And the director yells beautiful, and nobody means me My name is in the credits, but you gotta pause it to see [Hook: gang answers] He did it himself (yeah, he did it himself) Jumped the bridge, took the fire, did it all by himself Tell the whole couch on the talk show, tell 'em all, I don't care Every time you saw him falling, motherfucker, I was there [Verse 2: female MC, sharp and quick] Hold up, let me tell it, I'm the leading lady's falls Took a staircase in a ball gown, and I dented both the walls They put my body on the poster with her face up on the frame Then she thanked her trainer at the awards like he took the pain I met this man on a rooftop, we were falling at once He landed on me, said, my bad, I said, you owe me lunch Twelve years married to a man who's on fire for work Shit, I married the only man who knows exactly where it hurts [Hook: gang answers] He did it himself (yeah, he did it himself) Jumped the bridge, took the fire, did it all by himself Tell the whole couch on the talk show, tell 'em all, I don't care Every time you saw him falling, motherfucker, I was there [Breakdown: drums drop to strings and bass, spoken] Ninety feet up, and the air bag looks like a postage stamp Don't look down, look through [Verse 3] Then some kid on the internet says, he never takes a hit So the man walks up at lunch and says, today I do the shit Not the bridge, not the fire, no, he picks a flight of three Three little steps to a soft mat, and he says, film me Whole crew holding phones up, it's quiet on the set Step one, he's a hero, step two, he's a silhouette Step three never met him, he's on the floor in a heap With his foot pointing somewhere that a foot should never be So I scoop him like a baby and I carry him to the van And he grabs me by the collar, crying, tell 'em I did it, man And I look him in the eye, twenty two years, and I swear Yeah, you did this one yourself, and I was standing right there [Final Hook: gang answers] He did it himself (yeah, he did it himself) Three little stairs, and he did it himself Tell the whole couch on the talk show, tell 'em all, I don't care The only time he really fell, motherfucker, I was there [Outro: beat cuts, spoken] (Cut) Somebody get the man some frozen peas
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