halfabillion - Fallin Star Lyrics

Do you ever have to say anything
Do you ever want your girlfriend to say that she's in love with you
Do you feel what I feel right now
Do you know what it feels like
Do I feel what you feel tonight
Do you see what it comes like
You heating up, lavish
Who do you call when they fall apart
Missing pieces to the puzzle just like broken heart
I know she damaged, I ain't tryna play with your heart
Don't need a nigga, you just out here tryna play it smart
Drown my pain in these bottles, I almost crashed the car
I close my eyes and sometimes I see her fall in star
I ain't never wanna be the reason why we fall apart
Had to stop calling, I know that she gon' hit hard
Cause bitch, I'm balling like I'm Chris Paul
I done got too high for this shit, I'm bout to lift off
Tell a bitch jump and she do it just like Criss Cross
Phone on DND, got a hundred and something, Miss Claus
Baby, call an Uber and you know I get you dropped off
I done popped up, what's her name
Ooh, it got me locked y'all
Picked on Riga, what's her name
Tryna get my rocks off
All these bitches want the stick, I ain't talking top dog
Foot up on the gas, pedal to the metal
Fell asleep with an angel and woke up with a devil
Same bitch playing games, I dig her with a shovel
This shit take passion, it's a whole nother level
Got a bitch in the head like she finna fall like a pretzel
And when you come from where I come from, nigga, gotta want better
Hopping off the double, feel like Mr. Umbrella
And my money getting older, it feel like an elder
And sometimes I wanna talk about it
Taking painkillers just to numb my body
It's something about them billions, they so exotic
Nigga act like he broke, but they know I got it
Girl, I know all your secrets, I won't tell nobody
Girl, I know all your secrets, I won't tell nobody
Ever since I left, shit ain't the same, ain't it
Funny you tell my name on it
F*ck a bus down, watch, I want it plain
I can see the future while I'm sipping purple rain
Bitch, I'm on fire, I ain't talking about cane
I'm so antisocial that I made my own lane
Bitches lined up and dancing like so trained
All I blow is gas, ain't talking about propane
Asian little bitch, she looking like cocaine
Trying to get that salad, ain't talking about romaine
I seen a vision before I had a vision
Four a.m, road running out here chasing chicken
Everybody f*ck me over, better keep your distance
The money too loud, so I can't listen
I got girls going wild all in the kitchen
I had to dunk in that pussy like I'm Blake Griffin
She wonder why I ain't calling, I went missing
Sorry, little baby, I ain't got no feelings
And you should understand
I know you played a part, but girl, you got a man
Baby so bad that I'd take a chance
I understand, I could take you out to the east of France
Baby want a Birkin, it ain't shit to blow a couple bands
She ain't know I make music, I had to turn her into a fan
And there ain't no love lost for this shit, it's just like
I just had to motherf*ckin' move on
And I'm glad that was your decision
I told you that I love you, but who am I kidding
I was so divine, that nigga made the vision
Like everything I say ain't coming to fruition
This shit too easy, I can see the millions
This shit too easy, I can see the billions
Tell her try again, I ain't get the memo
I been falling for your love, that shit's sentimental