Lyrics:
critic they really pushing my limit
Like this
I be on my own when I get on like this
Calling out these slugs they don’t really like this
Throwing you under
back, no fucks, havin' a blast
Tell me, what do you do when you sold out The Garden?
What do you do with the audience you brought in?
What do you do
by watching all these airplanes)
They're calling out, they're calling out for us
(Time is flying, days go by watching all these airplanes)
They're
It's Calling My Name (prod. by WHOISJBEATS)
“Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name (Bodega)
Its Callin My, Name… Its Calling My name”
(Chorus)
Silhouettes of dual acoustics
Lean in place
Before closed curtains
And I can't recall
The last time that we threw the football
It makes me upset
When
Brothers and sisters
Let me scream out loud
I love you all
I love it, yeah
Thank you for everything
I love it, yeah yeah yeah
I didn't just fall out
Remember me? The brother who said, 'black is black'
You can come by request, I don't play, I don't dress
Get emotions off your chest, we are black, we
duty bound
To do whatever they could to
Try and shoot me down
To head off some of the
Things I might possibly say
And see if they couldn't take
Some
Three in the morning I'm on do not disturb
My last little fling I put that shit in the dirt
Hop out the car screamin'
I can hear my ex calling
Don't
I think you’ve got me all wrong
Every time you try make sense of this situation
I think you’ve got me all wrong
Every time you read into my
own dance, do it
Art life, baby, I choose it
No backup, one shot, I can't lose it
Way back when I used to only sing acoustic
Now me and Joy Ruck boutta
drownin', and I, live by the river
(London calling) to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
(London calling) to the zombies of death
I'd be saying this here in country music.
We be no stars, imagine be-Boying over acoustic guitars,
Not the sixteen bars.
FEEL ME!
The art of sampling
Well normally at this point, you'd hear me sing
And I'd be doin' that acoustic guitar thing
So by now you're probably wondring what's going on
Cause
I'm always eating dinner
Calling me a sun devil but I ain't that bad a sinner
And they calling me a leader but I just speak out through a speaker
or quantum, wave functions, mechanic mind out of matter
This behaviour is accompanied by conscious experience
Remains astral, flexing as ever
Ask
Followed by the things you do
They won't hurt me, no
They won't hurt me anymore
You don't have to worry
I won't waste your time
If I ain't satisfied
(David Crosby)
Intro. (Acoustic Guitar and Electric Guitar)]
How can I sweep these words into a cluster
Put 'em in a pile like feathers on your
in the morning I'm on do not disturb My last little fling I put that shit in the dirt Pop out the car screamin'
I can hear my ex calling Don't know
Yeah when I fuck put my tummy on it (Tummy tummy)
She callin' me daddy but I'm not the papi
You calling her wifey I'm calling her nasty (Ughhh)
You want
back like an
Old friend, telling of days that are
Coming, when cool breeze blusters round.
Calling, oh how the old town is
Calling, wishing me back
I heard him call out
I heard him call for his mother
And I didn't even call my mother
I wanted to avoid talking about the elephant in the room
London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys
kids speakin' 'cause it's naturally in us
But the false prophets by tellin' us we born sinners
Venders of hate, got me battlin' my own mind state
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