Artist: Shadow Government f/ Anna, Izzy Workin Album: Innocent Till Proven Guilty Song: Fallen Out of Heaven Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: G-Roc (Izzy Workin)] Yo, y'all saw the Sheek Entertainment video (That's right) Specs love the ladies too (uh-huh) North Yard exclusive shit (exclusive) [Intro II: Specman (Izzy Workin)] North Yard, where we make that money (Preme what up dog?) (B.P., what up dog?) Uh-huh (Yanahmean? We can't let these girls get us down) Uh-uh (Can't let 'em get us down) [Specman] Aiyo, things ain't the same Since you left my life, as quick as you came Here come the rain, but I'm used to the pain Specman brain is stained (stained), ice water in my veins He who wanna get outta order, go mess with a lame I never changed, whipped a Range, I remain the same Pitch well, hit sell when it swells ya brain Oh no, oh well, I remain to get mine But you are my Heaven, girl, kick you off my cloud nine I move on, just that quick, say goodbye Don't cry, here's a tissue, you could wipe ya eye Superstar, you wanna see me? You could look in the sky I'm doing just fine, without a worry on my mind Be on the beach and at least waving a tide Sexy young thing sitting right by my side [Chorus: Anna w/ ad-libs] Feel like I just walked right out of Heaven Feel like I just walked right out of Heaven Feel like I just walked right out of Heaven Feel like I just damn near threw my life away Hey, hey, hey... [Anna] There's something missing in my life And I felt it ever since you left My heart beats all the time My feet are moving out of step When I look around I see People moving to a common groove I lost my rhythm somewhere now I'm off-beat cuz of you And everywhere I go I see others so in love And it's so hard to know Just what ya fucking up Gather words to my own song Now that ya gone It feels so out of control No more music in my soul [Chorus] [Izzy Workin] Feel like I'm "Fallin", but I don't see Alicia Keys I see police, they always trying to arrest me I mean it in New York, like Stephon Marbury I hustle, y'all too scary, don't wanna spend time near me If it's time to sit up, you got my commissary God put us together, I feel lucky and happy That's why I wrote this rhyme, and made this song You got kids and, still look sexy in a thong It's about us, love you, still got that crush Ya working hard, get props for trying to help us You're one of a kind, real women are hard to find I'm glad ya mine, without diamonds, still'll shine [Chorus] [Outro: Izzy Workin] Yeah, it's another B.P. Production Devious and Specman, Izzy Workin Uh, 2004 exclusive, it's over...