Lyrics:
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
create and tape
A series for me
Lyrically he not hard, fuck Akh bars (Akbar)
The ratchet that'll blow his top
Off I call Teairra Mari
It couldn't be
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
flickin' through the pages.
Tough love, tough love.
I call it hatred.
Tough love, tough love.
I call it hatred.
You call it tough love, I call it
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
together
By the skin of our teeth
You'd still pull it all apart
Bit by bit, piece by piece
And I'll go it alone, call this house my home
Build it up again
the mood change
I walked into Philly as Tity Boi
But I'm goin' home as 2 Chainz
My daddy was State Property before the Philly
Niggas used it as a group name
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Yeah, see I can read between the lines
So it's awkward when you call and I gotta press 5
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry nigga, I'm tryna come
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
The lights are on but there's no one home
Tick, tick, tock, it's a quarter to two
And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I
The lights are on but there's no one home
Tick, tick, tock, it's a quarter to two
And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I
Call me call me oh, ye!
I love it when you're calling my phone
And if I call, you no pick, straight I'm calling your mom
Just wanna know if you're home
this crown of bones, yeah
Yeah, darkness behold
Yeah, this hell we call home
Yeah, darkness behold
Yeah, this hell we call home
Burn it, burn it
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
at recess
Ms. Parsons came in
Stooped down by my side
And she said
You're not a failure
And you're not stupid
You are a cool kid
I know you, you can do this
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
Those sleigh bells ring, but not for me. An empty sock, hung by the tree
I be watchin' ol' home videos a beer rests on my knee
Caught myself waitin'
Parson Brown
It's been the worst of times
Of outrage and violence
But it's good to find familiarity
Even amid swarms of strangers
I've never been
Ayo real talk, 6ix
As soon as you played me this joint I already knew
Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit
And it got me hella excited 'cause I
The lights are on but there's no one home
Tick, tick, tock, it's a quarter to two
And I'm done, I'm hanging up on you
I can't keep on waiting for you
I
the morning, no one worth calling
So I'm left here by the Clyde on my own and it's got my soul
The place I call home
And if I fall I know where I'd be aiming
Going crazy in the club
Hard at home
You call it locomotion but I call it moving bones
They talkin' bout the finer things
But we ain't listening
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