Falling for You
P. C. Allen Lyrics

I am just a man on my own La da da da da da da Tryin' find a place I belong La da da da da da da
As a lone individual, I'm in search of a sense of belonging.

I don't want your money, I don't need no fancy clothes I'd rather be with you when I am broke oooh-oooh
Materialistic possessions mean nothing to me; poverty is no issue when in your company.

'Cause you use me Just a little bit You try to confuse me When we're intimate You'd rather accuse me But I'm innocent I'm not comin' loosely Over sentiment
You manipulate me in small ways, gaslight me when we're intimate, are quick to assume the worst, but I won't compromise my principles or let emotions override reason.

I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for loving you I feel dumb, dumb, dumb for trusting in you I feel dumb, dumb, dumb when I'm done with you 'Cause ain't no one, one, one that can fuck with you
I'm filled with regret for ever loving you, trusting you, or even associating with you, because nobody can amass as great an advantage over me as you can.

They callin' me the people's champ La da da da da da da But everything you do is a shamp La da da da da da da
Although regarded as popular, I see all your actions as fake and fraudulent.

Sometimes I think things will change And then I land in your bed Then it don't feel like its the first time Your everything I want and your not mine You keep saying I do without them I say put your money where your mouth is Come back to me when it feels right Get me so hard it makes me fight One more time, just one more time, just one more time
Occasionally, I believe our situation can improve, but every time I'm with you, it feels as though it's not our first encounter. Despite wanting everything you offer, I recognize it's not attainable for me. You constantly speak of achievement without following through on those words. I want you to take action before returning to me, and I need the passion you ignite in me to bring me to pursue you repeatedly.

Real talk, I'm the white boy to you Wes Snipes I'm East Coast but it's all love on the Westside Your girlfriend is a close friend of my bedside She want D's, and I ain't talking the breast size
Honestly, I'm the white boy you compare to Wes Snipes. Although I reside on the East Coast, I have no animosity for those on the West Coast. Your girlfriend is close with me and wants to engage in sexual activities with me, and I'm not talking about bra sizes.

Everybody in the club getting reckless You go home at midnight, we stay out till breakfast I cash checks and you cancel them You make calls but there ain't nobody answering
The crowd in the club is becoming wild, but you always leave promptly at midnight. My checks don't bounce, but yours do. You make phone calls but nobody responds to you.

I want a smart girl who gives brains like it's charity Every night a Friday night, me and Lyla Garrity On another level, ain't nobody that compare to me These bitches going dumb trying to marry me
I desire a highly intelligent woman who performs oral sex with ease. Each night should feel like it's Friday night, spent with someone like Lyla Garrity. I view myself as unparalleled, and multiple women incessantly pursue a relationship with me.