Lyrics:
Laying on the sunny beach
Cool drinks, sandwich, coffee and milk
The radio plays it easy beats
Good kids the calling cards eat chips
Your creation
brought a bag of parm
To pass around at the park
Never do i ever know
The way i’m gonna start
When i talk like marbles
Falling out, calling card
If i’m
floor never thought you could fall
All the favours cashed out before
stale's the flavour behind closed doors
Oh no oh no you've lost your calling card
So
your calling card
Miserable, miserable, miserable because of you
You disregard, but now your way is barred, and things are about to get hard
And your
the streets like gods
Our looks'll cut deep like
A labrys calling card
I'm gonna Harlem Shake my way to the bank
My crew is acting funny like we did a prank
Ha
it!
A brighter smile for a better life.
The tension when I show my calling cards.
God knows the despair of my soul,
The weight of their bones,
When
a calling card
I get so high not falling for it
Get that money for time like an audemars
I just bought ten bottles but order more
I can not be reach with
Click. Shoot! Oh my god! 911
Calling all cards!
Never lay down, lay down. Lay down!
to nowhere
Into the hubris nestled in there
Where the tides consume, confused
And leave their calling card in brine
The devil's laugh surrounds me
(He is
fault, no one else.
You can blame me, just not to blame yourself.
Why did you make this so hard?
Another night, another calling card.
2) We are not both
These are calling cards from another time
Familiar days and forgotten phases,
Like water trickle down down down
Time is an ocean, and I'm set to swim
Fallen Star
I I I I want all of you inside my car
Falling hard
Are are are are you sure you wanna go this far?
Calling card
Upon your static heart
gave me heart
Disregard the scars
First part of your calling card
You're a runaway
It's your play
Credit overdrawn from the sacrifices I've made
Gave it
the park
And its still there today
And the birds make a terrible mess of my Great Grandad John
The doggies leave their calling cards
On the stone he stands
You open up my head, is that where you wanna be
In a telepathic universe, this would be so easy
Outlined in red, all the cards are calling. Will you
madman
Whith fist raised to the sky
Your people just like sheep
They follow never wonder why
Blood and death his calling cards
They seem as though
mm-hmm
My style's the bomb diggy
I'm calling your cards like Sprint
Can't be me, can't see me
I'm low like tint, ladies and gents
Dogs, cats
hair-do
That no comb can get through
It's all granola and beer
A calling card and a silk cut souvenir
I miss you like sleep
And there's nothing
Covertly operating in disguise, Mata Hari
Elegance and grace
Were the calling cards of Mata Hari
Falling into the trap
Under the spell of Mata Hari
love
Through the shadows of my backyard
Now brother I'm leaving a calling card
This mission tonight
Feels so right Mr. D.O.A.
Some they can
is the calling card
The commercial masquerade
The goods all on parade
The needs of life are charming toys
We've gone deaf from all the noise
WHen did
Larry tap let you in through the back
And use his calling card again
For a quick hand of gin
You are impossible, Delilah: the princess of denial
When the day breaks and falls apart
That's my fanfare, my calling card
A run of bad luck, darkness at noon
I don't need the password to get to you
a ruffneck scout, here to make you shout
Old school flow what the jam's about
See, I go about like a microphone cord
'Eager to MC' is my calling card
So here's
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