My body tells me no but I won't quit 'Cause I want more 'cause I want more His eyes are open his eyes are open Stop the train is ridin' down to the station Where you lived when we were school kids Hey the rails are caught now And I am falling down fools

And I'll never be open again I'll never be open again, I could never be open again. Falling through pages of Martens on angels Feeling my heart pull west I saw the future dressed as a stranger Love in a space-dye vest Love is an act of blood and I'm

Razz the kid Just like the girlies back at corner store Wash my bugle boy a watching my throne Sweet mutilation of a sold to nothing man Lord have mercy shake is falling through your hand Because she love me I'm the chosen one These are the days to not

I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you Don't you see me I And don't you need me I On this night, and in this light I think I'm falling (I think I'm falling), I'm falling for you What time you coming out? We started losing light I'll never make it right

And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling The way is long but you can make it easy on me And the mother we share will never keep our cold hearts from calling I'm in misery but you can't see, as old as your omens Never took your

Our day will come Our dreams are magic Because we'll always stay In love this way And we'll have everything We'll share the joy Falling in love can bring No one can tell me That I'm too young to know

What You say of me (I) You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing You say I am strong when I think I am weak When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours And I believe (I), oh I believe (I) You say I am held when I am falling short I keep fighting

The flowers will be blooming The leaves will be turning And snow will be falling While we're making love And the sun will be shining The flowers still are blooming Then leaves will turn again But time will be frozen for us (ah, ah, ah, ah) Time will be

I am the God Nigga, I am the God Granada I'm falling under your spell You know I get the kilos Cincuenta por ciento If you are not bilingual Get the fuck up out of town, 'fore we run your ass down Underground how I came out

My rhymes so unspeakable My dreams so unreachable Give it a purpose, cause life itself isn't meaningful Now that's the truth, I'm speaking for the youth That's aiming for the top but falling from the roof Here we, here we go again, with my paper and my