Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Falling, artist - Akua Naru. Album song The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Falling |
| Uh, you used to love, put me under spell |
| Head over head, board over heels, huh, mad real |
| Bragged about you like Chanté when she had a man |
| Stretch me in positions, had me feelin' like a rubber band |
| Sound waves shut down the ceilin' fan |
| Let me peel my petals back, it exposed who I am, damn |
| Any instant fell victim to a higher plan |
| Lifted off the ashes, vivid thoughts and patterns |
| Rare, lost, out of orbit, stumble |
| Fall up in the upcourt |
| God paintin' a portrait of us holdin' hands |
| Profound thought for mortal man |
| Before Polaroid or Instagram |
| I prayed that y’all had a |
| Used to touch and make me rain over Lovers' Rock |
| Public path, wouldn’t stop and care for the lovers' watch |
| Under covers, explored my dark |
| I won the war of your heart |
| Call me the black Joan of Arc |
| back arch, throwin' darts |
| Used to throw it back till you called the cops |
| You used to love me |
| (Oh, I’m fallin') Uh, in love for you |
| (Oh, I’m fallin') |
| (Used to love me) Fallin' (Yeah) |
| (You used to love me) |
| (You said you loved me) (Yeah) Falling, uh |
| (Said I’m falling) Uh |
| (Catch me) (Yeah) |
| Uh, I used to daydream of wedding bells |
| Wanted you and no one else |
| Lost in your happy, high as hell |
| Used to pray we hit the numbers and be livin' well |
| Now you play shit and reduce me to my lowest self |
| Releasin' stress via Duracell |
| Why you sleepin' on the sofa ready to your mail? |
| Used to jump to make love in the afternoon |
| Now I got a attitude, try to keep the conversation casual |
| Uh, ask me the time, swear to God I lose my mind |
| Start breakin' them shit from '89, plus I pantomime, uh |
| See me outside, house cold, in slippers, livid |
| Callin' you all types of niggas, pray nobody upload |
| A picture, 'nother lovers' feud, of course I’m blamin' you |
| Was your empress, baby, boo, now I’m female dogs and guarded too |
| So that fake sister with that whack shit |
| Imagine myself with that other dude |
| Brother intense, better cock, better politics |
| A bigger dictionary on that bookshelf you can’t fuck with, uh |
| A damn shame, and peep how time changed |
| Used to claim it was made to make this love thing famous |
| Now we crazy deranged and, Lord, no home trainin' |
| War with more adrenaline than Power Rangers |
| Yes, I at another time |
| Writin' yet another rhyme, competin' with Neruda for the saddest line |
| You used to love me |
| We used to |
| You used to love me |
| Huh, in and out of love, fallin' |
| (I'm fallin') (Yeah) |
| (You use to love me) |
| (Catch me) |
| (You used to love me) (Oh I’m, fallin') |
| (Oh I’m, fallin') |
| (Love me) |
| (Oh I’m, fallin') (Said I’m fallin', fallin', fallin' oh) |
| You used to love me |
| (Oh I’m, fallin', oh I’m, fallin') |
| (Oh I’m, fallin') |