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Selena Gomez - Falling Down Super Bass Lyrics

(Falling Down)

You walk and talk
Like you're some new sensation
You move in circles
You don't need an invitation
You spend your money
You can't get no satisfaction
You play it right so you can get the right reaction

It won't be long, my darling
Pick up the phone, nobody's on it
Where are your friends now, baby?
How's anyone supposed to be there for

You (you)
When you're falling down
The world starts spinning out
You (you)
When you're falling down
Now it's not all about
You (you)
When you're falling down
You know I'll be around
When you're falling down, falling down

What's out of place when you look into the mirror?
The truth is blurry but the lies are getting clearer
Your eyes are fixed, your smile is so elastic
You gave me roses but they're all just made of plastic

It won't be long, my darling
Pick up the phone, nobody's on it
Where are your friends now, baby?
How's anyone supposed to be there for

You (you)
When you're falling down
The world starts spinning out
You (you)
When you're falling down
Now it's not all about
You (you)
When you're falling down
You know I'll be around
When you're falling down, falling down

(Smile for the camera, everybody's looking at ya)
(Smile for the camera, cause they're all about to trash ya)
(Smile for the camera, camera, camera, smile for the camera
Who's gonna catch ya?)

You (you)
When you're falling down
The world starts spinning out
You (you)
When you're falling down
Now it's not all about
You (you)
When you're falling down
You know I'll be around
When you're falling down, falling down

(Super Bass)

This one is for the boys with the boomer system
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up

And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
He a muthaf-ckin trip, trip
Sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip
Kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe

I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Sel G, I mack them dudes up
Back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up