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It's the love I'm looking for
'Cause the last time that I had it
I was walking out your door
And I came by to get some things
I used to call
I kinda went off the rails tonight
I went and got on the whiskey
I bought me a last call ticket to ride
Just to see where it gets me
Might wind
that flag blows
There'll be no more wars
And when all calls
I will answer all your prayers, prayers
You can change the world (I can't do it by
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
Tryna rain, tryna rain on the thunder
Tell the storm I'm new
I'm a wall, come and march on the regular
Painting white flags blue
Lord forgive
mane, ever, mane
I'm shuttin' shit down in the mall
And tellin' every girl she the one for me
And I ain't even plannin' to call
I want this shit
shattering
Glass, glass, glass i'm shattering fast
I'm glass, I'm glass
You put up the walls and hold all my calls
'cause i'll be by the pool
Playing with my
call temptation
Because my theories dissipate
In proximity to the practice of objectivity
I'm an Einstigator
So, screw-Euclidean
An Aristoddler
The sandman told me he's done all he can
The situation calls for more than sand
You been cryin' all night long
Tossin' and turnin' and it's
This the life that I live
I didn't ask for it (Ah)
I don't want to talk to you
I'm not that bored
That theory is a last resort
I just took
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
Our love's becoming a thing of the past (x2)
Your kisses taste like it's goodbye
My eyes know they're gonna cry
I feel I'm losing you too fast, oh
Compound, Rockafella
And Ne-yo's like
Young Michael, I'm Quincy, ho
Now hear the flow that broke the Da Vinci code
I'm psycho
Everything I write go
the phone
The hours go by
What else could I do but to cry?
I call, and I call
Just to make things right
Have I lost the fight?
Where were you last
a backseat
Tryna get it while we can?
Are we names in a tattoo
Or just a number on a hand?
Are we last-call kissing
Or will we be reminiscing with each
I'm a hot light now
It's whatever man think of manifest to the real
The plan is to wake up 'cause time reveals
All this hate can't forever last
All my
Large Pro,
It's my first Large Pro beat
You a genius nigga
I'm honored
And with them gray's in your beard,
You lookin' more like a genius
Yeah, someone call the villains
Someone call the heroes
Tell them that I'm livin' like I'm both
Call me Pete Rose
Livin' by the G code
Never F
They strain to slang sling I'm trained to bring game
History that I arranged been regained by King James
Go to practice with tactics when
his peak-in
You are weak-in and collapse like Mike, collect the beacon
You talk more ish than a cellullar
You can't last, just call me Enema
'cause
Saying, "No more alcohol"
I bet you're in a bar
'Cause I'm always your last call
I don't need to check that message
I know what it says
"Baby, I
that I got you
I won't ever leave you alone, alone, alone
Call your on my phone
Baby let's party the night away
I'm dancing with you
I wanna party with
lips taste like
'Cause I'm still gettin' over the last time
You said it's the last time, but I still, I still
Pick up when you call
Even though it's
under forty
Avoid reports by authorities
Clearly
This is all theory
But I wear it like jewellery
Know that this ain't new to me
Because usually I'm
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