Lyrics:
and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city
featuring Queen Pen, The Product, and Naomi Campbell
(Phone Rings)
[Phone Voice Sample]
If you'd like to make a call, dial your
Taxi driver took my two bags
He saw me looking at my watch
He said, you won't need that here cause time disappears
In paradise there ain't no clocks
Paint the picture perfect, next Bob Ross, and I tell no cap
Some might call me whack, but they don't listen, how they know that?
But their girl in my DM's
but I've gone and risen
Is this nigga trusty or Sideshow Bob when he's creepin' on Krusty?
Streets keep me tusslin', people disgust me
Racist
shoes polished
By the best open mic emcees paying Timbaland's homage
In this day and age
If your deck ain't playing Cage
You probably disgruntled your
these ratchets (bah)
Call me gay basher for fucking up these faggots
Y'all niggas ain't nothing, stop fronting, stay passive
Yo, pass the dutch
While the average R&B group is doin a promo concert
Ignorin your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground MC's
Tryin to get me
know 'bout me
I can have another you by tomorrow
So don't you
Ever for a second get to thinking
You're irreplaceable
So
Go ahead and get gone
Call up
went in, then we sat down start kissing, caressing
Told me about Jacuzzi, sounded interesting
So we jumped right in
All calls diverted to answer phone
are you alright
He can get it for the whole night
Call me little Cindy cause I'm ready for the ball
The whole world stop when my baby boy call
Ring
your job
But you're gettin' on my nerves, just like Bob
Every time I hit a corner, I see you
Always tellin' brothers what to do
You lock me up cause
Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
This story I'm about to tell
They'd tell it better than me
But Johnny Cash is dead
And Bob Dylan's busy
So
mind be free
And by the way, welcome to the party
Uh uh excuse me Mr kid Rock
Can I do my thing?
Can I have a little something
To say right here? (Oh
forget it
And then you call my phone up
Wanting me to show up
You know what- oh
You know baby, I would do
Anything to get to you
I’ll take an Uber
and climbing quest
Honey you big eyes are the best
Just tell me how much time
U need to fall in love
Let me one month by your side
Yes, July should be enough
a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin'
The minute I wake up I gotta get high
The homies we found us a way to get by
Let's call us some bitches and have a good time
A lot of bottles
Sweet one like brownies wan at me but the bitch to bait (Okay)
Now she in the backseat no taxi no we don't use no brakes (No way)
Your whole estate
you see me and I'm tipsy and it's late
Flagging down a taxi in a backstreet in Spain
'Cause I can never leave you're always tempting me to stay
ever think is me, me, me
My Ambition, My life, My belly
My radio, My car, My telly
My meditation, My hurt
My Temple, My Mosque, My Church
Look now at my
a bitch, no attachments
Selling bricks, don't harass me
Out in Berkeley, don't ask me
Selling brick out of the taxi
My Uber driver been trying to text me
I
the smartest
Drugs got me sweating
Call it PERCSpiration
Getting high call it meditation
Popping pills call it medication
All about a cheap vacation
Shoutout
And with the Lord by my side, it don't matter what the call of life
Cause let me in, cause I was going for the ride
Aint blind, aint gotta sin to believe it
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