Fallin'

D Smoke

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    Uh, I still know your old number by heart
    310-644, need amor, see? I adored you
    Got the same roots, so your tree I explore
    Ain't with the law but you're everything I court, get it?
    The only girl I'd come and visit
    When I got my ls a nigga was well intentioned
    Still virgins, but felt each other some exquisite
    My pure purpose was to find out where you're numb and kiss it
    Wasn't young and dumb, was more like dumb and gifted
    Used to dance I would come to watch you hit the splits
    Remember when that nigga put his hands on you at the pool?
    You saw another side of me, that was something vicious
    He had it coming, from love I wasn't runnin'
    I'd fight for it, a life to give, for you I'd buy a dozen
    Rose bushes, in hopes that each one would blossom in it's season
    That was when I believed in, fallin'

    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like I'm skydivin' shoeless
    When did love just become so ruthless?
    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like a fight I'm losin'
    When did love just become so—

    The homies in the hood thought study abroad meant anatomy
    Like introducing your world to the lower half of me
    I guess the irony of it was that we supposed to be lovers
    When we signed up, but that was two months 'fore we had to leave
    We still traveled, can't throw down no gavel
    No judgment, our love ran its course but no babel
    Our tower didn't shoot through the clouds with no shadow
    Hung over them, now sober dem
    Drink by the pitcher, fuck by the liver, lust for a nigga
    Trust ain't a issue, we in Costa Rica so we must be adventurous
    In the rainforest with the monkeys, tarantulas
    Got they eyes on us, our drank you would take a puff
    Broke students, but we made enough
    Then I got reckless and neglected you
    I wanted my dinner and my breakfast too
    I was on my solo shit while you was fallin'

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    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like I'm skydivin' shoeless
    When did love just become so ruthless?
    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like a fight I'm losin'
    When did love just become so—

    Why niggas play that shit like baggage is a female trait?
    It's like tellin' a woman that she lyin' when she yells, wait
    And cole says, she don't wanna be saved, leave your cake
    'Cause once you're in it to win it you may not see your escape
    With that said, I can admit it, I play queens to fuck with bitches
    And through my hurt vision at times I couldn't tell the difference
    And through my uncried tears I couldn't smell the flowers
    So the power of pussy had niggas on jaded missions
    But if it's in his will, might as well jaden smith it
    If you feelin' the kid maybe we should stay and kick it
    We can both enjoy the company, someone who listens
    We'll take the bite off of the knife out of my side in stitches
    Begin the process of healing, progress is needed
    My lesson wasn't learned the first time so that shit was repeated
    Everything I gave the universe I'm bound to receive it
    Like when I lied and I cheated, wonder where she went, fallin'

    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like I'm skydivin' shoeless
    When did love just become so ruthless?
    Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin')
    Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin')
    Feels like a fight I'm losin'
    When did love just become so—

    I'm fallin', ooh

    Ayy, smoke, get out your fuckin' feelings
    Nigga, what you lookin' sad for, bro?
    Ayy, man, talk to this nigga, man, I don't know what to say
    Bro, bro, we finna go to the club and you lookin' depressed (man, this nigga's on some where did she go?)
    They gon' dance all down your locks, bro
    You know what I mean?
    They gon' put the locks right in-between they cheeks, nigga
    You know one your strings just gon' hang between the cheeks, nigga
    We finna go see ass, ass, ass, ass, ass—

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