Lyrics:
Words by Christopher Cross and John Bettis
Music by Christopher Cross and Michael Omartian
We all know how the story begins
How we fall so easily
Just let yourself fall for me
[Quana:] I'm so exited
[Yummy:] Don't you fight it
[Quana:] Go with the flow
[Yummy:] Boy don't you know
[Quana:] I'm so
Boy I know you wanna keep it real low-key
Boy I know you wanna keep out real low-key
Walk that walk, make me fall for you too
Tell me things that you'd
it's time to shop again
That boy getting cocky I ain't passing him the rock again
I done took so many losses just so the whole team could win
I don't
I'm walkin down this road again, I hope that I don't fall, I pray to win I pray I win
Nah I fight to the death boy, sway to the right straight jabs
Speak on your thoughts
We was rollin’ deep
Everything let your people see
Plannin' on exposin' me, let the dead see
I already done kept it G
Bet that boy
walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you
Thought if she never gave her heart away, it'd never end up broken
But boy x across the street, oh, he was one of a kind
Made her fall in love with only
Yeah, I know you know they want to kill me in Atlanta and every city out here
Pussy nigga gon' get his issue 'cause they knowin' that I'm out her and I'm
anyone you think you could
Its mental suicide
To let your heart be leaded by your eyes
Lately feel like I've been out of my mind
Wondering why love is
Running all your water down the drain
Because your firewood gets wet out in the rain
Is like trying to get acquainted with your pain
By putting words
Top floor, ain't a hater near, surrounded by my dogs
Like they don't want us to ball, y'all, they want to see us fall
They don't like it but they
We can fire that shit up by the fire
We ain't got no problems, this is problems
Nigga, tell me now
Boy, they got the keys, let me drive that bitch
Go
Ducking, brick walls, get thumbtacked
So run laps, for I body you
Bust out the size, like karate shoes, Doc
Turn velcro, when night falls
Central park
at nigga
Queens where you at staten island where you at
Yea im from the nine they call it the land
Shooters by the deli i hope you understand
Feds in the van
Verse
Till the wheels fall off fuck a spare tire
Pop out it like a wheelie, just to stunt I'm a highflyer
Amiri's biker jeans you ain't seen that's some
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin' that bullshit
Get out
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
even trust the boy scouts
I got these good girls hoin' out
Tell me what the fuck you know about
Bein' that nigga that these niggas don't know a bout
niggas all offended by my views of the 6
When it came to boy, I said that he was a fan
Say the same thing, I said that he was a fan
Tried to do the same
fall out (But we fall out)
Why you tryin to work if you gon' call out (Uh)
You gotta put in work (Put in work)
I been cooking every day (Every day)
Travelled half way around the world just to get you baby
So tell them other chicks
They can't touch me
Maybe when they see me walkin by all
But Sandy Gray was not afraid
And he let out a mighty yell
"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam
Or it's breakfast in hell, boys
Breakfast in hell!"
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