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D Smoke - Fallin' (Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
D Smoke
D Smoke
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Farris
Daniel Farris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seige Monstracity
Seige Monstracity
Producer
Thomas Cauley
Thomas Cauley
Producer
D Smoke
D Smoke
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, I still know your old number by heart 310-644, need armor, see? I adored you Got the same roots, so your tree I explore Ain't with the law, but you're everythin' I court, get it? The only girl I'd come and visit When I got my L's - 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 n- put his hands on you at the pool? You saw another side of me, that was something vicious He had it comin', 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 its season That was when I believed in fallin' (ooh) Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin') Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin') Feels like I'm skydivin' shoeless (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so ruthless? (Ah-ah-ah) Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin') Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin') Feels like a fight I'm losin' (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so- (ah-ah-ah) The homies in the hood thought study abroad meant anatomy Like introducin' 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 them Drink by the pitcher, - by the liver, lust for - 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 - 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 (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so ruthless? (Ah-ah-ah) Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin') Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin') Feels like a fight I'm losin' (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so - (ah-ah-ah) Why - 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 - 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 - had n- 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 healin', progress is needed My lesson wasn't learned the first time so that - 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 (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so ruthless? (Ah-ah-ah) Heels over head, feet on the ledge (fallin') Wheels on the edge, lean over then (fallin') Feels like a fight I'm losin' (ah-ah-ah) When did love just become so - (ah-ah-ah) Oh-ooh, I'm fallin' Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ayy, Smoke, get out your f-' feelings What you lookin' sad for, bro? Ayy, man, talk to this -, man, I don't know what to say Bro, bro, we finna go to the club and you lookin' depressed (now listen closely) They gon' dance all down your locks, bro (where did she goes?) You know what I mean? They gon' put the locks right in-between they cheeks You know one your strings just gon' hang between the cheeks We finna go see -
Writer(s): Taalib Johnson, Daniel Anthony Farris, Warryn S. Campbell, Marcus Christopher White, Andrew Gouche Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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