James Blake - Fall Creek Boy lyrics

Yeah Alright [Verse 1: Dida] She told me I should promise her to never break her off If she would let me take it off and give a f** 'bout her boy But I was being so decadent I couldn't enjoy it But at least it's all excellent according to Hoyle Building and destroying. I'm feeling like George Vincent Blue jean bopping. She's looking like Gene Vincent Took it all off. She's looking like Ava Vincent There go another heart. I think I'm doing it by instinct We did 4 days in Berlin I came back. A girl said my girlfriend was upset Because last night some girl went And told the whole party that I had another girlfriend And I ain't even gonna oblige yet Finishing my meal. I ain't even been to church yet Caught up in the process n***a with an attitude. Tell me: What the verdict? Crowned by the mob From us running in a flock looking like groundhogs I was running with the Blueline boys And I was crashing like the Fall Creek boy But I ain't bursted yet It's costly with these little broads in my tank Get them off me My father said I shouldn't worry Still couldn't keep my hands from getting dirty But ehm... [Break: Bon Iver] Dearing on the peak Telling on the teeth [Break: Dida] What the f** is going on now? What the f** is it you want? I gave you more than everything Didn't I? I'm moving higher up If you want to stay down here You can do it I'll just put a little fuel to it And you're going, going, going [Verse 2: Dida] Would you take me just the way that I am ? Her p**y is like the gun-shell that's laying me down And your friends not your friends, they're just waving their hands And they want to go down on me when you're not around So I only did it one time What the f**, you wasn't even there I think you was in Capetown or Jo-burg or Italy or Tokyo or somewhere She put her arms to the ceiling. She wanna show that new watch Yeah, you know the one that that old man gave her And said nobody else has got So I've got a new income, but the outcome worse Because everytime I step up in that motherf**ing mall With those motherf**ing broads, yeah a n***a's gotta splurge New purse, she got a new scarf too I ain't know that Pucci made scarfs too Alessandros on my cards too I was so close but I lost you So another toast and another cigg And another joke and another phone-ring I wanna think that you're the same you and it was all me That made it all fall down, call it Fall Creek Yeah