Lyrics:
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up in yo' slut
All my cars got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Smokin' out, pourin' up, puttin' dick up
all the people out there
Tryna find a place to call home
All over the world
Millions have lost their country
Some so long ago
People moving all around
Or for your house
And you've been trying to call but let's be honest
I'm flat out broke I blame the seasons
I blame the season
So I've been sitting here
Don't want to read the paper
Or turn on the news
Don't want another helping of the same old blues
Don't want to call nobody
Or answer the phone
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with
Southside on the track
Yeah
I pop a whatcha-ma-call-it, but it got side-effects
Dick rock hard like a mouth test
Hit it from the side, that's
folds
Money on my-, money on my-
Niggas that I-, niggas that I-
We said what's up-, we said what's up-
Message that I-, message that I-
Call her
why he'll take revenge
With a sharp little knife
Be his victim
Should he call
He's the writing on your wall
The whisper in a room of glass
Just like
There’s a lot of weight on you shoulder
24/7’s on your mind
I can feel the pressure you’re under
You need to unwind
Call up your boss and say
No not
and forever
Yet I'm still hearing her calls
For my wicked needs but I will never answer
Dead now is Satan's daughter
She sucked the marrow out of my life
Who's in the way? In the back of your mind
Who's killing us? Getting love, stealing time
Back room night
Will you call my name?
I see this fire
You
mind
He's searching for sane memories too hard to find
He screams echo through the hauls
And the demon inside him calls
Medications and therapy
They try
lover other than you. I'm at your beck and call. Don't lay awake at night whatever you do. Don't ever worry about a thing at all. 'Cause when i'm hungry
you now?
Who are you in autumn?
Maybe I should call
Have you had it with the nonchalance?
Drafted the black and white
Instead I sent you yellow and blue
Dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Dapper dan
Yeah Im the man
Call my shooter
Taliban
Dapper Dan
I’m
that I ain't got
Besides stability
Can he drive all night and never stop
Well I guess you'll have to wait and see
I heard a voice, call to me
No I, don't want no missed calls
And I know I'm not enough
And I can't help feeling rough
But I know I've lost your trust
Sung about lemons but
No I, don't want no missed calls
And I know I'm not enough
And I can't help feeling rough
But I know I've lost your trust
Sung about lemons but
freaky and
Your body's in need of me
You can... call me, call me, call me
You can call me
When you're feelin freaky and
Your body's in need of me
You
afternoon already
Call for your love
It is built soon to end
This heart is
You rendered me
Unprotected
My feet part
Of the floor
I would that you
Spoke with
(She call me this, she call me that
She doin' everything except callin' me back
Two years won't matter, in my bag)
This is a grave situation
I was
the palisade of neon lights
Looking for a sign that tells me it's all right
Coming round the dark before they call it night
Over the wall
I can hear
You call
If
If I could call you a fair weather friend
A hurricane started six years ago
And didn't end
'Cause after all I did with you, you seem to have
Remember when we had it all?
Remember when you took my calls?
You were my whole world
You were my whole world
Not a thing said to me
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