Once upon a time not long ago
Before this social media and all those you follow
Id slips few mammies my number
They hit me on the low
No pressure no hurry we play nice and steady
Before you know it fast forward we go
Made a few love babies Shocked at how fast they grow
I thought they were ready
To hear my side the full story
The narrative ya were fed got you like fish in a bowl
Ya should just call me
Call call call
In life, at times you stumble along the way
I fell off the beaten path quite a few times so back up
And on cause, It's as I say what I say
As long as I got a beat in my heart I know I'll live to make tomorrow a brighter day
So To be quite (frank) like Sonatra, you know I gotta do it my way always in all ways
And just like this beat is so hard to obtain
I just keep skipping the halfs making the rules along the way
As you can see I'm on a roll, yea I now know I got this
High hitting I'm on the rim of it, all I needed was practice
Life dished it all out so I ate like a fat b******
Like that hot potato, I had to hit it till I mashed it
Had what it took, stood in a hot kitchen when I cooked
Not to brag with my swag, life's fantastic
Lit it up say what's up mr boom Bastic
Be the cause of things, not the reaction
Stop reacting and just call me, you heard
CAll call call
Shh listen yea it's pretty quiet that's what it sounds like if you sit still
Long enough to dumb down the riot.
Inner peace enough to ask the how, what, when, where and why of it
At my age, I'm at a stage where I'm turning a new page
Ya said I'd be dead or in a rage locked up in a cage
Tapped out, world stared and knocked the f*** out of it
But instead, like a nut I bust and came right back at it
What the f*** yea what's up that's what she said
Out the coma, not pneumonia
(I am) not dead yet
Walking like zombies, got a few upset
Mad puppets all strung up now stuff it
Tied my shoestrings
Won't be tripping on no loose ends
Now I tuned my guitar so I can
Itune my own tunes in my cars
Blue toothing these bars for you to call me
Trucka Moch - Call (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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Once upon a time not long ago
Before this social media and all those you follow
Id slips few mammies my number
They hit me on the low
No pressure no hurry we play nice and steady
Before you know it fast forward we go
Made a few love babies Shocked at how fast they grow
I thought they were ready
To hear my side the full story
The narrative ya were fed got you like fish in a bowl
Ya should just call me
Call call call
In life, at times you stumble along the way
I fell off the beaten path quite a few times so back up
And on cause, It's as I say what I say
As long as I got a beat in my heart I know I'll live to make tomorrow a brighter day
So To be quite (frank) like Sonatra, you know I gotta do it my way always in all ways
And just like this beat is so hard to obtain
I just keep skipping the halfs making the rules along the way
As you can see I'm on a roll, yea I now know I got this
High hitting I'm on the rim of it, all I needed was practice
Life dished it all out so I ate like a fat b******
Like that hot potato, I had to hit it till I mashed it
Had what it took, stood in a hot kitchen when I cooked
Not to brag with my swag, life's fantastic
Lit it up say what's up mr boom Bastic
Be the cause of things, not the reaction
Stop reacting and just call me, you heard
CAll call call
Shh listen yea it's pretty quiet that's what it sounds like if you sit still
Long enough to dumb down the riot.
Inner peace enough to ask the how, what, when, where and why of it
At my age, I'm at a stage where I'm turning a new page
Ya said I'd be dead or in a rage locked up in a cage
Tapped out, world stared and knocked the f*** out of it
But instead, like a nut I bust and came right back at it
What the f*** yea what's up that's what she said
Out the coma, not pneumonia
(I am) not dead yet
Walking like zombies, got a few upset
Mad puppets all strung up now stuff it
Tied my shoestrings
Won't be tripping on no loose ends
Now I tuned my guitar so I can
Itune my own tunes in my cars
Blue toothing these bars for you to call me
Before this social media and all those you follow
Id slips few mammies my number
They hit me on the low
No pressure no hurry we play nice and steady
Before you know it fast forward we go
Made a few love babies Shocked at how fast they grow
I thought they were ready
To hear my side the full story
The narrative ya were fed got you like fish in a bowl
Ya should just call me
Call call call
In life, at times you stumble along the way
I fell off the beaten path quite a few times so back up
And on cause, It's as I say what I say
As long as I got a beat in my heart I know I'll live to make tomorrow a brighter day
So To be quite (frank) like Sonatra, you know I gotta do it my way always in all ways
And just like this beat is so hard to obtain
I just keep skipping the halfs making the rules along the way
As you can see I'm on a roll, yea I now know I got this
High hitting I'm on the rim of it, all I needed was practice
Life dished it all out so I ate like a fat b******
Like that hot potato, I had to hit it till I mashed it
Had what it took, stood in a hot kitchen when I cooked
Not to brag with my swag, life's fantastic
Lit it up say what's up mr boom Bastic
Be the cause of things, not the reaction
Stop reacting and just call me, you heard
CAll call call
Shh listen yea it's pretty quiet that's what it sounds like if you sit still
Long enough to dumb down the riot.
Inner peace enough to ask the how, what, when, where and why of it
At my age, I'm at a stage where I'm turning a new page
Ya said I'd be dead or in a rage locked up in a cage
Tapped out, world stared and knocked the f*** out of it
But instead, like a nut I bust and came right back at it
What the f*** yea what's up that's what she said
Out the coma, not pneumonia
(I am) not dead yet
Walking like zombies, got a few upset
Mad puppets all strung up now stuff it
Tied my shoestrings
Won't be tripping on no loose ends
Now I tuned my guitar so I can
Itune my own tunes in my cars
Blue toothing these bars for you to call me
Writer: Pedro Ramos
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