Testo Catch Me I’m Falling - Young Thug
Testo della canzone Catch Me I’m Falling (Young Thug), tratta dall'album UY SCUTI
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Meetin' with my lawyer at the jail tonight
Put me in a room, said I ain't talkin' right (yeah)
Turned me to a felon, now nobody would hire me
This rap shit gotta sell, 'cause that's the only commodity (yeah)
Every word you make, they say it's gang-linked and it's slurred
Broke down in a cell, I heard my brother was gon' turn
Lawyer asked me was I next, it'll never be my turn (never)
One thing my niggas know, I don't lose sleep even when concerned
Get it right, get it right
Told my lawyer, get it right, this for my life (this for my whole life)
He said I'm tryna beat it with you and tryna reason with you
And me and Keef, we with you, we forever ride (ay)
Smoke like zaza (ay), and let it fly (ay)
You niggas play and we lay, ain't got no delay
Court every day lurkin', I was geeked up on a Perky
Bein' sober wasn't worth it, talmbout a hunnid-plus years
I'm like Lord have mercy, showed 'em niggas what was hannin
Got a lotta bidness worth, tell the judge we was cappin'
We ain't never put in work, nigga couldn't e'en lie 'bout trappin'
We was televisin' the work, damn, fuck
Trappin' in the studio, she say it's inspirin'
Know she wanna fuck me by the way that she eyein' me
Answer every time I call her phone 'cause I need her
Interestin' conversations, tellin' me 'bout society (ay)
You can see in my eyes (yeah), I'm 'bout to roll the dice (yeah)
I'm too big of a guy (what?) to be servin' up a life (servin' life)
Okay, e'ry time we fly, you know it's gon' be private
'Nother call from the lawyer, I'm startin' to feel psychic (psychic)
Meetin' at the courthouse (meetin' at the courthouse)
My partners broke into my house
My mind goin' north while everythin' around me goin' south
Yeah, feel like it's no way out (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Answerin' none of my calls, 'nother episode of you feelin' lost
I was gon' be right back, you ain't give me time to floss (floss, yeah, yeah)
But it's not your fault, you used to niggas runnin' off
I just wish you was a boss
Don't worry 'bout that, I'ma get you right, I don't care 'bout the cost
You tired of tellin' me you tired of takin' losses
Tryna take you overseas and treat you like my dawg, yeah
Tell me you foreign, Black, but you lookin' so foreign
Can't help that I'm fallin', catch me, I'm fallin'
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Writer(s): Jeffery Lamar Williams, Robert John Richardson, Wesley Tyler Glass, Carlton Thomas Mcdowell Jr., Dorothea Fallen
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