you feel things If you ain't down to give me everything Just throw it away So stop falling, stop falling You know you're falling for me Stop falling, stop falling Stop falling
, fight Brawl, fall, rumble Rage, rock, roll, fight Brawl, fall, rumble The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City Wit' the possibility to stop
and throw bombs down you all hype up in our face nigga calm down you dont really want beef, planet war child your whole squad fall down skies die from
ain't afraid to fall flat on my face That's just part of life Think of the winners that did it wrong What if they'd done it right What if Columbus gave in and gave up And Rosa
never screamed so loud Don't you just pity me Light that has given way When I see her face And I can't stop this rain As everything falls on me Would
the true fall out for so-called friends Like mercury and water, we just don't blend I end the game technically, you wanna stop me True gems show affection like Jody Watley, so Just stop
speak them in the name of love. Rosa: Rose Bud, the dainty little face whose every curl Confirms that she's a child, a girl, a neophyte: Rosa is the
Every man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rare Even the women remarked of the charm she possessed Dancin' and laughter, was what she was after And Rosa
(U-God) 2x] RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT BRAWL FALL RUMBLLLLLLEEE!!! [Letha Face] The diabolic witty, dialect's darker than Gotham City Wit the possibilty to stop
, down in Veracruz Come on, baby, don't you wanna come In the town, people movin' to the drums Let me tell ya that Rosa's Cantina, it never stops Drinkin
they tryin to get a piece of mine But I stayed on my grind, got me a team Doubled up on my paper like copy machines They can't stop me it seems that these
wanna make you feel things You ain't gotta give me everything Just throw it away, hey So stop falling, stop falling You know you're falling for me Stop falling, stop falling Stop falling
throw bombs down You all hype up in our face Nigger calm down You don't really want beef Planet Warchild, your whole squad fall down [Crypt the Warchild
the uninvited onslaught I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count sheep With calculators that double as alarm clocks From Noah's Ark all the way to Rosa
Do what you wanna do, down in Veracruz Come on, baby, don't you wanna come In the town, people movin' to the drums Rosa's Cantina, it never stops Drinkin
Traducción: Pink. Stop Falling.