"Falling" lyrics
And I keep falling in this darkness
Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems, but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Let's get it goin', let's get it goin', let's get it movin'
Bitches stupid, I'm on the big screen like the movies
If you wanna try to see me, bring the bands, let's get into it
I'm a motherfuckin' Walking Dead zombie when I'm zooted (Ayy)
He said he bigger than me, let's show the figures and see
Who got a million? It's time to bring the digits, I figit when motherfuckers try and blemish my image and rip it
I hit the blunt and watch the smoke hit the ceiling
I like the feeling, like (Feeling like)
I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Bitch, you dumb, you think you're getting somethin' from me?
I came from nothin', you ain't call until I have somethin' to bring
It's hard to fathom, money, drugs are steppin' and comin' to me
The .45 gon' hit your melon, I'm runnin' and gunnin' the beam
Smokin' up, sacrifical, coughin' often
I stuck his body, drop 'em
I'm in LA, I had to get high before the Uber caught me
I'm in her place and now she be feinin', I had to move her off me
Poof, he gone
Somethin' about this dope gon' make me fall and drop in
Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems, but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Ayy— I keep fallin' in this
Black soul with—
I'd let go—
But the money give me what I need
Keep the blick on me
Motherfuckin' shit, he throw a fit—
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big—
And I keep falling in this darkness
Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems, but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Let's get it goin', let's get it goin', let's get it movin'
Bitches stupid, I'm on the big screen like the movies
If you wanna try to see me, bring the bands, let's get into it
I'm a motherfuckin' Walking Dead zombie when I'm zooted (Ayy)
He said he bigger than me, let's show the figures and see
Who got a million? It's time to bring the digits, I figit when motherfuckers try and blemish my image and rip it
I hit the blunt and watch the smoke hit the ceiling
I like the feeling, like (Feeling like)
I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Bitch, you dumb, you think you're getting somethin' from me?
I came from nothin', you ain't call until I have somethin' to bring
It's hard to fathom, money, drugs are steppin' and comin' to me
The .45 gon' hit your melon, I'm runnin' and gunnin' the beam
Smokin' up, sacrifical, coughin' often
I stuck his body, drop 'em
I'm in LA, I had to get high before the Uber caught me
I'm in her place and now she be feinin', I had to move her off me
Poof, he gone
Somethin' about this dope gon' make me fall and drop in
Ayy, ayy, I keep fallin' in this
Black hole, black soul with no pot to piss in
I'd let go, but my brothers gotta eat
I gotta lotta problems, but the money give me what I need
Yeah, ayy, I keep the blick on me
Run him for his motherfuckin' shit, he threw a fit on me
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big body
Lips on me, your bitch like to do it, why your bitch on me?
Ayy— I keep fallin' in this
Black soul with—
I'd let go—
But the money give me what I need
Keep the blick on me
Motherfuckin' shit, he throw a fit—
I see through the window, through the tint, I'm in a big—
And I keep falling in this darkness
Writer(s): David Bradley Wilson, Rosemary Clare Louise Francis, Nathan Scott Fuller
