a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

joseph cook - last call كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: joseph cook]
i just spent a check on a gl-ss
but can’t afford to give no time to my dad, oh
i’m not in touch myself
i ache when i dance, i cry when i laugh

i showed my dogs i’m a dog
and all of my n-gg-s barked back
i told my god i’m in charge
he told me just stick to my craft

see, i told that b-tch what he lack
i told that b-tch to stop sipping and running my tab
see, i do not like to loan cash
i hit you up with the dap, you gone pay it right back

see, you lack the sauce that i have
i tell my god he a b-tch, and he buy me a cab
and i make your hobby my craft
i don’t do sh-t for no cash, and i talk like i slack

i walk like i slap
pick up the pace, baby, this a race, i’m so fast, i leave
god in the past
he had his take, and he left me to baste, i don’t blame

but i want it, i get it
b-tch, who is you kidding?
i run it, you sitting
i’m snapping, you fitted

talk it? i live it
transform it, and spit it
some audible sh-t
make your ma call me wicked

i get it
my god do not f-ck with my children
acquire the nectar from sources forbidden

i get it
he do not like how i’m living
he gave me a mission, i pitched it and ditched it

but why, oh my they got me
pleading and kissing gods feet
asking for some attention
but my god just do not want me

i ask ’em to bless my forehead
beg him, almighty god please
he reaping me fruit of labor
i tell him to hate or love me

i tell him to like or fight me
i tell him to f-cking bite me
how you sight me in this state
and not even think up to write me?

you think you f-cking special
i think that you’s a fraud
i think that you’s a b-tch
who’s afraid to embrace their flaws

i think you ain’t no god
i know you ain’t no god
i think that you f-cking clueless
so your -ss just won’t respond

oh god, i think you’ve lost it
i think you got too c-cky
cause that bible warn me awfully
often oddly you can’t stop me

oh god, you been so quiet
i found madness in your silence
you found minus that in my silence
while finding where my mind went

oh god, you couldn’t call me
is that why i call you father?
is that why papa dipped
and copped a coffin in my conscience?

but me and that n-gg- cool
but you and i still having problems
how the f-ck you still ain’t talking
to your one of many prophets?

but god, i am not crazy
i am just how you made me
i am still in the making
in the making ’til they take me

oh god, you couldn’t save me?
god, you couldn’t take me?
my eyes still pure as that old baby
i am still just how you made me, god

[verse 2: joseph cook]
but god, i do not blame you
god, i’m not against you
i see that you ain’t been talking
like f-ck it, i did the same to

the people i loved the most
i know how this sh-t goes
i know how this sh-t floats
you don’t wanna touch that boat

i’m giving advice to god
maybe i am a god
maybe i’m compet-tion
and my powers are my flaws

like maybe my god’s scared
he knows not what i love
like maybe my god’s there
but scared that he’s not loved

i’m scared that i’m not loved
i need to feel your touch
i need to know you care
know that you share my hair

maybe i ain’t praise you
maybe it’s cause i hate you
maybe it’s cause you hate me
i know i drive you crazy

but god, you know i love you
god, you know i love you
but i don’t know i love you
i don’t know i love you

and i don’t know what love is
i’m aiming for right above you
i wanna be so above you
get more love from those who love you

i know i’m in the wrong
i am jealous of your kingdom
i need a piece of peace
i see you finally weaved yours

and they, they came to be yours
but me? i came to steal yours
i come not in no peace lord
but green i came to be lord

(i came to be lord) x8

(time warp)
(iphone ringtone)

[skit]
h-llo?
(yo, what up, man?)
ah sh-t, what’s up, man?
(i’m just checkin’ in to see how the sh-t went, you know. you said you was out there having drinks with your father or some sh-t, right?)
ah, yeah, yeah, it was…cool, i guess. i don’t know…
(so, man? so, what’s he like? tell me about him, man, what’s he like?
he got a big -ss head like you? he got that ol’ curve hook -ss head like you?)
naw…he’s got a normal head…i guess?
(don’t bullsh-t with me, man. i know he’s got that big -ss head. what’s he like? for real, though, what’s he like?)
he just…he…he drinks a lot of whiskey…
(ah, you got a drinker in the family! i knew your -ss wasn’t no lightweight you just be fronting with us!)

- joseph cook

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة