falling ATO (Ft. VIC MENSA)
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[Verse 1: ATO]
Yo
Two-piece running off the neck, yeah
Those some wild nights running up in West, yeah
Fuck the talk I'm just tryna see the net, yeah
In the dark boy, there's a lot of noise here
Yeah, the rose Gold come in so clean, what's the time?
On my third eye 'cause they wanna scheme on a guy
Lifetime, and I dot my I's cross my T's
Lay low, touch Notting Hill with my G's
[Chorus: ATO]
Falling tonight
Shit ain't perfect but I'm fine
You can kill the bright lights for the night
Wonder if it's all just in my head
And the sunsets, quite red
I can already feel tomorrow on my neck
She don't know why I'm tripping and neither do I
Drinking 'till we sinking and I hand you my mind
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
2AM and I just got to East on Shoreditch High Street
We outside the Ace like I'm on broadway with my posse
Black Tesla, so I don't need a driver
We fucking on the M1, that's what I call a rider
If shawty look like Winnie, I save her like Macgyver
The double F is Fendi
The double G is me
And she know my dick notori-ous, shit is B.I.G, ay
I can make you famous, I call TMZ
She in PrettyLittleThing, looking like a P.Y.T
Kris Kites Jesus chain, looking like the G.O.D
God damn, what's that? Sending photos on WhatsApp
Shawty caught me slipping, got me falling for a thirst trap
Yo
Two-piece running off the neck, yeah
Those some wild nights running up in West, yeah
Fuck the talk I'm just tryna see the net, yeah
In the dark boy, there's a lot of noise here
Yeah, the rose Gold come in so clean, what's the time?
On my third eye 'cause they wanna scheme on a guy
Lifetime, and I dot my I's cross my T's
Lay low, touch Notting Hill with my G's
[Chorus: ATO]
Falling tonight
Shit ain't perfect but I'm fine
You can kill the bright lights for the night
Wonder if it's all just in my head
And the sunsets, quite red
I can already feel tomorrow on my neck
She don't know why I'm tripping and neither do I
Drinking 'till we sinking and I hand you my mind
[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]
2AM and I just got to East on Shoreditch High Street
We outside the Ace like I'm on broadway with my posse
Black Tesla, so I don't need a driver
We fucking on the M1, that's what I call a rider
If shawty look like Winnie, I save her like Macgyver
The double F is Fendi
The double G is me
And she know my dick notori-ous, shit is B.I.G, ay
I can make you famous, I call TMZ
She in PrettyLittleThing, looking like a P.Y.T
Kris Kites Jesus chain, looking like the G.O.D
God damn, what's that? Sending photos on WhatsApp
Shawty caught me slipping, got me falling for a thirst trap
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