Falling

Mi amor is what they called me as a young boy

This transition we meant to treat it like a convoy

My whole life I been told don't do no resting

Getting use to the smell we need some freshening up

How come it feel like they always testing us

We let it strip down to the flesh then touch

One more for the risk one cup , just trust

That I picked you chose yours

Been through this before

It ends in divorce

So if we fall off course