pour myself into you, you drain the day's wild energy. falling, falling, falling into you. falling, falling, falling into you. falling, falling, falling into you. I fall
Aye, aye Chris Aye, man You know, it's been a long time since we hooked up man And did something real, you know Something for 'em, for 'em ladies, you
near you I'm lookin out my rearview, fresh gear too (yeah) Holla at your man (holla at him) I'm clean and I'm tight (c'mon) That's all day and night,
Loon best at foreplay I get hugs and kisses all day, trips to Norway, sip Crisses all day (woo) Plus wrists be all gray, plus five speed shiftin all day
curiousity was to me It was the fourth day of July Looked in my eyes and saw that I [Break - Beyonce] I wanted more than just a man (man) I needed a
taking it Cuz that?s the only way you ain?t get it You lay around with them Boyz up town And I've been thinking about it all day long And that two think
I was made to believe I'd never love somebody else Made a plan, stay the man who can only love himself Lonely was the song I sang 'Til the day you came
away And day to day we live in a daze We march all around til' the sun goes down night children Broken dreams, no sunshine, endless crimes We long for
's up with all these niggas On these muthafuckin' records talkin' all this bullshit I ain't tryin' to hear that shit, man These bitches ain't players, man
wasn't focusin', about the dough I spend But I was holdin' in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that
Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit Stop falling asleep that's old man shit I stands up in it like a champ up in it Be up in it so long, get my calls
a bad bitch sweeping That know we get O's like Cheerios That know because they seen us in the videos That know the day that you play me Will be the same day
to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my shoulders Falling
dot o, B, so bet I go Bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place Sold out all night long So, really
Way down upon Sycamore Slough White man sings the blues Selling roses of paper mache And flecks of starlight dew Swiped a bunch and threw them your way
' From the west down to the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released They say every man needs protection They say that every man must fall Yet
man want to act like he's exempt When him need to get down on his knees and repent Can't slick talk on the day of judgement Your movement's similar
One day you turn around and it's summer Next day you turn around and it's fall And all the winters and the springs of a lifetime Whatever happened to
