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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)

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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

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