Scott Summers - Gene Wilder Lyrics

I'm fallin
I'm fallin in and out
Of love with
I'm fallin in and...

You ain't worried bout them other niggas, other niggas creeping up
Well I got other bitches, other bitches keep on tuck
I know your real feelings, your real feel, don't give a f*ck
So I'm Pac now, I'm Pac now, I hit em up
I keep it down low, ah down low oh oh
I feel a change in, in my soul oh oh
It hurts you right now, and I know oh oh
I'll get you piped down and go slow oh oh

I'm fallin
I'm fallin in and out
Of love with
I'm fallin in and out
With you
With you
With you
With you

Yeaaaah
It's a flex
Why you send them texts
Say they want that ass
Issa trap

But you hit him back
Claim its photographs
Where I'm at?

Working on my craft
Get my Goldman Sachs
That's a fact

YEAH BISH THAT'S FACT

But I love ya energy
That's a major key, yeah
Flight or fight or freeze
Make me do all three, yeah
Spilling Hennessey
Then I take Aleve, yeah

Tonite is the last night I'm cutting you off

I'm fallin
I'm fallin in and out
Of love with
I'm fallin in and out
With you

Hey, Hey, Hey!

Gone gone gone
Gone witcha babe
Gone
Gone witcha babe
Babe gone

Gone gone gone
Gone witcha babe
Gone
Gone witcha babe
Babe gone

I'm fallin
I'm fallin in and out
Of love with
I'm fallin in and out
With you