Hayden Forbes – Falling Stars Lyrics

Hayden Forbes – Falling Stars Lyrics

Falling Stars Lyrics by Hayden Forbes

“Falling Stars” is the fourth track off of Hayden Forbes’ debut album A Musician’s Nature.

Falling Stars is a diss track on Muscoda rapper Cazanova Coy, mostly known as Cowboy Caz. Hayden uses this track as a chance to call out the rising star, saying he’s about to fall.

[Intro]
Hi Dad!
Yeah
Skuh, skuh, bruh, bruh
Haha!
Hayden Forbes on the beat
(Nautty)
I didn’t want to do it to him but I had to
(You don’t got what I got got)
You claim you’re a good rapper, give me a creative response to this
Haha
(Cowboy Caz)

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, and 4
I know you can’t handle more
Upright, upside down
Falling stars
(Here we go!)

[Post Chorus]
I know what you’re gonna say
You screwed my chick, but I can’t get a girl and
I suck in bed but I’m a virgin and I’m gay
Isn’t that OK?
I’m not, but hey!
The claim that I’m tryna to lay is that:
Your disses are so contradictin’
People listen
Oh, who am I kiddin’?

[Verse 1]
Cazanova Coy is about to meet his end indefinitely (Yeah)
No fear on this track I spit, RC’s vernacular is venomously
And I’m bettin’ that he’s hearin’ this (What?)
And he’s probably surprised (Yeah)
That my mic isn’t soundin’ bad (Why?)
That’s called normalize (Oh!)
You’re a one-hit wonder who’s going under
Cowboy Caz have a seat for a second
Time to learn that with your fame
You’re gonna get more than you have reckoned
Leave the country rap to Outkast, Bubba, KRIT, and Yelawolf you city boy
With all the uses of racial slurs, you don’t need me to get destroyed
I can beat you without even trying
One arm behind my back, blindfolded well I’m writing
Every track you have, you say they are your best joints
But no one agrees, and you just prove MoRoZek’s points (Woo!)
“I’m country and I rap!”
No, you’re not and no you can’t
All your one-syllable disses sound the same
Plus only one hick tik is your click to fame (Howdy)
You see what I did there?
Taste your medicine
Not that hard
Goin’ far
Birth the lyrics, raise the bar
I’m gonna win, it’s evident

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, and 4
I know you can’t handle more
Upright, upside down
Falling stars on the ground
1, 2, 3, and 4
I know you can’t handle more
Upright, upside down
Falling stars underground

[Post Chorus]
I know what you’re gonna say
You screwed my chick, but I can’t get a girl and
I suck in bed but I’m a virgin and I’m gay
Isn’t that OK?
I’m not, but hey!
The claim that I’m tryna to lay is that: (What?)
Your disses are so contradictin’
People listen
Oh, who am I kiddin’?

[Pre-Verse]
Caz ya little boy
Do I need to call Alex? (Ooo)
So he can get a few kicks in? (Yeah)
That’s what Center’s wishin’
With Riverdale, Valley, Baraboo
Du Chien, and the city you dissed who don’t care for you
Accept the fact that you don’t matter dude! (Yeah)
You don’t matter dude!

[Verse 2]
Hey Coy, how’s Cinnamon, your mistress?
Cause I know you ain’t faithful
One day you cheat
Diss your girl next week
Come back with gifts by the plateful
Now I’m layin’ into ya (Why?)
Lenayah ain’t for ya
Man, shout out to her
She was the bomb at work
You would know if you didn’t get fired
You say “I don’t got what you got got”
You’re right, I’ve got talent (Ha)
And when you’re up against the vicious musician
You’re batting one in a thousand
On the rich kid privilege saddle
Homophobic, sexist, racist, not canceled?
(Cazanova on the beat?)
Barely
(And still that many views?)
It’s scary (ugh)
On and off again for four years, time to break this vicious cycle
You are a living psycho, everyone knows that I’m right yo
A city boy who’s still white trash
That’s a stereotype you play Caz
Not everyone’s like that in Wisco
Go to VSCO
Cause your YouTube alg says
“Yeah, no”

[Chorus]
1, 2, 3, and 4
I know you can’t handle more
Upright, upside down
Falling stars underground

[Verse 3]
Caz you can’t claim jealousy (Nope)
What are you boastin’?
You’re barely even famous and your whole town you’re ghostin’
And I know that it’s been two years (Yeah)
But that doesn’t stop me (Nope)
Got way more subs than I do (True)
And you still can’t top me (True)
Sit here and listen to the kind of rapper you know that you have never been
And judgin’ by your petty past this kind of beef with never end (Never)
Will he make an effort in his response?
He probably will not
But that’s fine I could always use a RAP DEVIL, for my Killshot (Woo!)

[Outro]
So you say I’ll never be like you?
Hmm good
There’s no rhyme for that
It’s just a relief I’ll never stoop that low
And don’t even try to claim I’m a clout chaser
I don’t give a fuck if this blows up!