"falling under" lyrics
And I'm counting up sheep
Mmm
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
Late night
Late night, and I'm counting up sheep
Whole time I was being so real you was make believe
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, look how I tread
Only 2 types of people I know, the quick and the dead
Mmm quick and the dead
Read my gospel, into the Antares
Yes I'm a geezer see the Fred Perry
On the parkway, walls closing in scary
Blessed by a Mexican statue of Mary
Warm horchata and a bottle of water
Strawberry cheeks on the preacher's daughter
American eagle and a police chopper
Paranoid thoughts getting darker
They can't stand in my place
They don't know what it takes
Beyond like a G like a H
Like a fat boy in buffet I got a lot on my plate
How u gonna hate, then cry on my funeral date?
Nah you're way too fake
While you're talking
I'm planning to make my escape
In a hot air balloon, and I might crash land it
Underwater like Osama, thanks for understanding
I've been feeling strange for a month of Sundays
Walking backwards in the fast lane
Late night, late night, and I'm counting up sheep
Whole time I was being so real you was make believe
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, look how I tread
Only 2 types of people I know, the quick and the dead
Late night
Late night, and I'm walking the earth
Just being myself for better or worse, usually worse
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, watching my step
Only 2 types of people I know, quick and the dead
Quick and the dead
I'm quick to let it fly
See evil in their eyes
They want to see me fry
Like benihana
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
I'm quick to let it fly
See evil in their eyes
They want to see me fry
Like benihana
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
I'm falling under
Mmm
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
Late night
Late night, and I'm counting up sheep
Whole time I was being so real you was make believe
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, look how I tread
Only 2 types of people I know, the quick and the dead
Mmm quick and the dead
Read my gospel, into the Antares
Yes I'm a geezer see the Fred Perry
On the parkway, walls closing in scary
Blessed by a Mexican statue of Mary
Warm horchata and a bottle of water
Strawberry cheeks on the preacher's daughter
American eagle and a police chopper
Paranoid thoughts getting darker
They can't stand in my place
They don't know what it takes
Beyond like a G like a H
Like a fat boy in buffet I got a lot on my plate
How u gonna hate, then cry on my funeral date?
Nah you're way too fake
While you're talking
I'm planning to make my escape
In a hot air balloon, and I might crash land it
Underwater like Osama, thanks for understanding
I've been feeling strange for a month of Sundays
Walking backwards in the fast lane
Late night, late night, and I'm counting up sheep
Whole time I was being so real you was make believe
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, look how I tread
Only 2 types of people I know, the quick and the dead
Late night
Late night, and I'm walking the earth
Just being myself for better or worse, usually worse
On thin ice, I'm a thin ice walker, watching my step
Only 2 types of people I know, quick and the dead
Quick and the dead
I'm quick to let it fly
See evil in their eyes
They want to see me fry
Like benihana
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
I'm quick to let it fly
See evil in their eyes
They want to see me fry
Like benihana
Lil miss knows what to say
To sedate the pain away
I guess it's getting late
I'm falling under
I'm falling under
