Falling for You

Falling for ya
Got me going crazy
We be going on and on on
Falling for ya
Please don’t text me baby
Don’t you know this ain’t what I want

Did you mean it?
When you said that you loved me
Cause I told you my goals
Told you my flaws
But it kinda seems you judge me
Now even though we can’t be
Due to a reason unjustly
I feel like I’m falling, not the lust
But in your case it must be
So trust me, I know this thing ain’t working out
If we keep at it, tryna make ourselves feel better
We both know how this is turning out
First the hate, but we hurting now
Thought we’re straight but we curving now
Hate the fact the you’re speaking proud
Why the fuck are telling me this
Damnit I don’t give a fuck about your body count

Sick and tired of your notions
You know this
I’m broken
You act like our relationships open
You Say you’ll stay loyal cause you gotta heart to fill
You kinda sound like Jada Smith cause I don’t think that you Will
If I’m being real, didn’t get a vibe when we chill
Now you got me crying but you still
Tryna get me in my feels
Even though I found a voice
Tryna make a better choice
Paranoid that we’d go on and on and on on then
We’d fight and we’d argue over and over again
Like a drill
But still, tend to find myself chasing ya
Tend to find myself still

Falling for ya
Got me going crazy
We be going on and on on
Falling for ya
Please don’t text me baby
Don’t you know this ain’t what I want

The Veracious ones:
We had like 50 first dates.
Where you promised me that it’s fate.
Sudden change, you looking all dazed.
Drew Barrymore, ‘that’s 50 first dates’.
‘Member saying “I’m the yin to your yang” shit?
Now you’re claiming that i’m just a sin.
Same person i was, skip rocks if it gives you solace.
Thought the whole issue was drugs?
You called it soulless.
Go ahead and post it up.
Go ahead and tell your friends how you never fucked up.
While you’re at it add some pepper to taste.
Throw in how I’m nothing but a toxic addict.
And just a time waste.
Haste.
Got me burning up like mace.
Hate.
I took you on the value of face.
Fake.
Wait.
What happened to the talk of fate?
Now a ghost in this place
Out of sight,
Gone without a trace

Jae:
Gone with out a trace
Losing track losing pace
Tryna keep up with us
Tryna keep up with what the games give us
Tryna keep up with What the pain brings us
Tryna keep up with the beef, no dinner
Tryna keep up good morals, still a sinner
Tryna see the bright side, still feel winter
If I told you that I wanna leave ya
Would u sound bitter
Cause I see different person when I look in the mirror
I was better back then
I was happy back then
Kinda feeling like I’m grieving again
Now you got me on some
X type shit, fuck love
Better stay friends
Put you above
Never in return
Fuck love
Wouldn’t recommend