FALLIN' DOWN (feat. Vxlious)
I'm goin' bad, bad, yuh
Will I be able to stand up
Tell me why I'm havin' bad luck
I am alone in this battle
You don't wanna hear my problems
(No, no, nooo)
Will I be able to solve em
(Or should I let go)
I'm fallin' down
Hittin' my face to the ground
It's gettin' dark like I'm 'boutta drown
Tell me why you're always bein' negative
Why are you being so sad, sad, sad
I'm gettin' mad, mad, mad
I'm gettin' mad
Two of these hoes wanna fumble the bag
Came from dirt now you washin' my rag
X out the bitches that want me to lag
Don't gimme present if you in the past
Slam on the gas till the red on the dash
If I'm first I can't focus on last
If I come back then I'm beatin' you ass
I can't feel a single thing I'm fuckin it up
The measurements wrong I'm faded as fuck
I think put way too much wock in my cup
I'll be whoever the fuck Imma want me to be
I feel like a Gunna I'm pushin' the P
I feel like a king Muhammad Ali
I'm goin' bad, bad, yuh
Will I be able to stand up
Tell me why I'm havin' bad luck
I'm alone in this battle
You don't wanna hear my problems
(No, no, nooo)
Will I be able to solve em
(Or should I let go)
I'm fallin' down
Hittin' my face to the ground
It's gettin' dark like I'm 'boutta drown
Tell me why you're always bein' negative
Why are you being so sad, sad, sad
I'm gettin' mad, mad, mad
Will I be able to stand up
Tell me why I'm havin' bad luck
I am alone in this battle
You don't wanna hear my problems
(No, no, nooo)
Will I be able to solve em
(Or should I let go)
I'm fallin' down
Hittin' my face to the ground
It's gettin' dark like I'm 'boutta drown
Tell me why you're always bein' negative
Why are you being so sad, sad, sad
I'm gettin' mad, mad, mad
I'm gettin' mad
Two of these hoes wanna fumble the bag
Came from dirt now you washin' my rag
X out the bitches that want me to lag
Don't gimme present if you in the past
Slam on the gas till the red on the dash
If I'm first I can't focus on last
If I come back then I'm beatin' you ass
I can't feel a single thing I'm fuckin it up
The measurements wrong I'm faded as fuck
I think put way too much wock in my cup
I'll be whoever the fuck Imma want me to be
I feel like a Gunna I'm pushin' the P
I feel like a king Muhammad Ali
I'm goin' bad, bad, yuh
Will I be able to stand up
Tell me why I'm havin' bad luck
I'm alone in this battle
You don't wanna hear my problems
(No, no, nooo)
Will I be able to solve em
(Or should I let go)
I'm fallin' down
Hittin' my face to the ground
It's gettin' dark like I'm 'boutta drown
Tell me why you're always bein' negative
Why are you being so sad, sad, sad
I'm gettin' mad, mad, mad
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Beierlein
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