| 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— |