fall

All these people tryna fall on me, not a person that can ball on me
And my sister play guitar, get whatever one she want, homie
We’ll be smoking on cigars, homie
And be sipping on ciroc, when we make it to the top, homie
When we make it to the top
When we make it to the top, when we make it to the top, homie When we make it
to the top
When we make it to the top, yeah (to the top)
Broke boys in a cadillac
Thinking about my work, thinking about my past
I don’t know nothing about being lovesick
Lost it on a road trip
I don’t have a heart, that shit is stolen
Somebody came to hold it, and I swear I keep smoking
To keep from drowning in the ocean
Moon machine broken, oh shit
All these people tryna fall on me, not a person that can ball on me
And my sister play guitar, get whatever one she want, homie
We’ll be smoking on cigars, homie (yeah)
And be sipping on ciroc, when we make it to the top, homie (to the top)
When we make it to the top (way up)
When we make it to the top, when we make it to the top, homie (make it)
When we make it to the top (gone make it)
When we make it to the top, yeah, hey
I feel illegitimate, I’m feeling pissed off
With the wrists on, I ain’t never heeded any wisdom
This one, ain’t a chick’s song, or a fist song
This the every day I feel like balling like a piston
Ooh, I got it too smooth
But the truth is I only need you
And your forgiveness
And your forgiveness
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh (stay)
Ooh-ooh (right now)
All these people tryna fall on me, not a person that can ball on me
And my sister play guitar, get whatever one she want, homie
We’ll be smoking on cigars, homie
And be sipping on ciroc, when we make it to the top, homie
When we make it to the top
When we make it to the top, when we make it to the top, homie When we make it
to the top
When we make it to the top