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Last Call
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Call Me Karizma
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Work at night (night), no sleeping [?] I spit that ether, either way these 'B's will fall People gawk to my sh*t, my words will change Keep it on your list, every verse is insane Down on [?], blacked out in my skinny jeans Rap, shout, all in between I pass out with an ass out I'll kick and scream, you dirty I'm Mr Clean, I'll put you out like some Listerine And if you seem to be feisty, you might need a bit of my history I'm just a teen, here meet my friends (hi) Crickets, forget it, well here I am Now I've done, every show without any hoes Not a dime or a penny shown Every city I'm nevеr known f**k it, it's nothing I've dropped the [?], no sеcrets here Grab the ball, so let's read it clear You're not involved so don't think you're ear--are, sorry Hardly even know you, invite me to your party, but I'm probably home on produce Working on my vocals, as your j*rking and you blow [?] I'm just searching for my focal, as your twerking for a [?] It's f**ked, suck all day I don't give a f**k if you're [?] You can say I suck, I must let you know I'm just okay Not know [?], not no way Got no job has got me paid I'm just a slob, [?], play my shows at a coffee place (drink up) Stop the play, this beat is good (it is) But I said f**k good beats (you're right), [?] more speak I should So let it roll (roll), tell me why I work for nothing (why) Man, I'm a j*rk at something 'Cause I'm the type of person that is personally rad I'm lurking for a version of a virgin 'B' to smash So stop the beat to catch my breath I'm off my feet, I've left the deck I've got a D and a set of bricks Let me know how I end this diss (Let me know) [x4] Let me know how I end this diss I'm not quite through Even though I'm speaking low, you need to know I'm breathing, keep on top of you 'Cause I don't take shortcuts I don't want to make this short but I don't want to take your tour bus, I got my own van and yours sucks Not. Your. Bus But your tunes All you talk about is hot whores, butts and your crew I got no sl*ts And I'm not sure what I do If I had to hear your god damn voice in my room Get it, quit it, I'm sick of you All you whining kids, go up on your Twitter just to bicker about a b*t*h And how you're out of cigs, and your house isn't as big And you doubt that I'm the sh*t Wait, you doubt that I'm the sh*t (sh*t) I'm running laps Sun up to sun down, hear that thunder clap Wonder, I'm the one to ask I'm off the task I'm here to explain views I'm here to contain moves I'm steering to save you Hear me and thank you Not question me f**k around my [?], to stick around for the reckoning So let me be, [?] all your lives I'm just asking when I make it, don't come back for the prize (like) This is the last call to nowhere (last call, last call nowhere) (We going) I said this is the last call to nowhere You coming with So this is the last call, the last call, the last call Kar
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