Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallin', artist - D Smoke. Album song Black Habits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, WoodWorks
Song language: English
Fallin' |
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' |
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— |