Falling Angels

They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys
They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys
They keep on falling

New AP, gotta flood my wrist Brand new whip, game with a new bitch
Yeah, you know me, gotta pop my shit You ain't gotta ask, you know I'm lit
New Celine on me, take a look at my drip You ain't gotta ask, you know I'm rich
She ain't gotta ask, she know that I'm lit

They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys
They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys
They keep on falling

Pulling off the lot in a nasty Bout to shoot a movie, it's action
Walk to the front from the back end Brand new pic with a caption
Yeah it's always up, never lacking All black coupe like I'm Batman
Everybody fake, get a cappin

They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys
They keep on falling in love with the boy
They keep on falling in love with the toys

They keep on falling
They keep on falling
They keep on falling
They keep on falling

They keep on falling
They keep on falling



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Malascalza
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