Falling Up (Bonus Track) - Heart Breaker

Hold me up in the palm of your hand Lying to you is a river of sin Your metaphores, your silent calls Your feelings are too real Let them spew, a fall from grace Would do us good today I'll lift you up, we can love or cry Hey, I'm in love, I'll take you up again Oh, oh All that to you in a church by the sea We're late, but not in the same way We're older today I'll lift you up, we can love or cry Hey, I'm in love, I'll take you up again Your eyes have too many colours, I can only try Your energy could be runnin' low, now The juice is dry Oh, oh Images we cannot leave behind Like two riversides we roll back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lift me up In the palm of your hand Lying to you is a river of sin, oh Your metaphores, your silent calls Your feelings are too real, oh Let them spew, a fall from grace With your love you had today Oh, oh hey

Sah, this shit go hard Ayy, Sah, I fuck with you shorty (ayy, ayy) I swear to God shorty, on foenem grave nigga Sharp like a dagger, I got swagger Oh, what do you know? It's a rich ass nigga Coupe fly past ya, white like Casper Hidin' from the crazy hoe, why? She might harass us On my dick flashin', gassed up in the master Heard she talkin' down on me, so I went and asked her Left wrist plasma My chains give me asthma (bling) Yeah, I love my hoes but I don't love them that much to harass them (no) Man, these bitches irri' She want a Panamera Pull the 'cat and trackhawk out, it's Tia & Tamera Ayy, felonies Ayy, I got feloniеs Ayy, I smoke hella weed Ayy, plug send thе work, don't mail it to me Ayy, bring the bands out Ayy, I can make a hoe louder Ayy, lil' nigga, what's the matter? Ayy, heard you be pissed get a new blader, ayy Ayy, ayy, back flip off the ladder Nigga was angry, pull up the whips then he got madder, ayy Got the Urus doin' 220, can't go no faster All these chains up on my neck but I own my masters Ayy, ayy, ayy, bling, bling, bling Un un, ayy, ayy, ayy, un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy Un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy Un un, bling, bling, bling Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm a big timer Now, bitch, time's up Got a chopstick same size as Kevin Hart but it'll pick Big Sean up Pockets on big momma Tell me what they on, and I'm on Pull up in a Lamb', bitch, no propaganda, we gon' be wavin' llamas I still fry bologna This lil' bitch so weird that she gotta meet me around the corner I just pulled up in that sports truck with my brothers Jonas Rest in peace Blood, Tray Savage, Cap, Fredo, them my fuckin' homies She be fuckin' homies, when I was broke, I was never lonely The police think they run up on me, bitch, I ain't got nothin' on me Thought they was gonna get my .40 Cops tried to kill me as a juvie Now, I got a car like Birdman Movin' to the A, I'ma ride a Dually Nigga you oochie-couchie Smokin' on Tookie-Tookie And we got cinematic clips, nigga, you come join this Groovy movie The bitch got booty-booty, I'm like Suhki-Suhki I'm a young street nigga, bitch came in the crib and said, "Ooh, he bougie" Gang, gang, gang, ayy Gang, gang, gang, huh phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew Gang, gang, gang, phew phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh phew Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh Gang, gang, gang, wooh

What is it? It ain't a black thing, or a white thing Get high, get drunk all night It's a chill, hangout make sure you're all right When they play this song, they start dancin' If they can't get in they throw a tantrum When the girls see me they say I'm handsome DJ, play this, my anthem If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up Groove! You gotta boogie on To the dance floor, let your hands go I'ma get the party people what they payin' for And now when I go out to the club I'm trying dance and cut a rug I'm a get a few drinks in my system, system And holla at a freak in my distance I say, 'hey lil mama I like your style' She see my goatee and said, 'I like your style' Got some weed, a girl, a bottle of Patron Right now, uh uh uh Groove! If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up C'mon! Get on the flo' Just dance and move to the rhythm 'I don't know how I got 'em' Man, do I get 'em When I step in a party, all I wanna see is women I'm young, I'm fly, I'm fresh, I'm Ha ha DJ can you play my favorite song? I've been wantin' to hear it all night long Hey DJ, put me in the mix So I can bounce and move like this If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up C'mon! Groove! Uh uh It ain't a black thing, or a white thing Get high, get drunk all night It's a chill, hangout make sure you're all right When they play this song, they start dancin' If they can't get in they throw a tantrum When the girls see me they say I'm handsome DJ, play this, my anthem If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up If you feel good, put your hands up I'ma get the party people what they payin' for Don't be Hollywood Put your hands, put your hands Put your hands up Y-y-yeah Got some weed, a girl, a bottle of Patron Right now, uh uh uh Groove! C'mon! Get on the flo' You gotta put me on

INTRO/breaker 1, a breaker 2 REPEAT x 7 (ERICK SERMON) I be the Don up in this motherf-----(Ha ha) I puts it down, I rock 'scapes I roll bounce to the ounce(DIE-I!) I bring dat physical front(Aha) Believe it I function the paraplegic So teach it like if he was playin backgammon A new sheriff in town and not Reggie Hammond I pack a cannon .38 snuff nose Not for shootin use it for executin Lames out there callin my name For fame, change ya plan punkain This tune leaves ya whole crew stuck or stupid Dumb and Dumber all this summer A newcomer, yeah I take em to check out the Avenue Me and my crew went through Wooh! Ah-ah! Word is born! Word is born! (REDMAN) I said "Come on!"(Come on!),"Come on!"(Come on!) We's the posse pair so some niggas can get done on I'm not the one to funnel, I'm lyrically inclined Seriously devine, whatever we G is crime Ha! I take it down, make it clear and in your bare lair Leaving critical as sang elsewhere You wanna get jig-dafied-what it all means For such, I tote Glocks in Akarl jeans For all means necer-ssary, my blood vessels Turns to .38 specials and cause wind pressures I be blowin like I'm Mr.Cool, the invincible Keepin my court trials municipal The principal my next class will teach you how to roll blunts Pick up (Aah!), buda and Mex tags Fifty the less, mo' vex, the Soviets Another co-nnect on my Rolodex I met my smokin vex, I keep my lyrics smack-daddo Cash in your chips then proceed to blast metal Next up I believe that's Keith Why don't ya get on the mic and rock the symphony (KEITH MURRAY) Well it's the 16-bar slaughterer, telepathical brain murderer Comin with the sh-t you never heard Ask yourself the very same question Which crew is f-----g with this Squad in this profession Your mic's in my possession, I crush you with aggression An' I ain't talkin for niggas that learn a lesson So why should I sit around and let this fake --- pass my eye Fake niggas f-----g up my eye Filthy with nasty it's the slog for the job Forget any clan said "Who Squad the Mob?" Tired of beat-down, shot up and robbed Niggas askin why, it's my motherf----n job How many ways can I say "I just don't give a f---!" Runnin niggas over in every truck But my motto is "F---! Get the bottle! Pass the bottle!" Bad luck had ya stuck, uh I crash ya brain and smash ya spine Yeah another hard one to find HOOK