J. Cole - Last Call lyrics

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J. Cole - Last Call lyrics

Yea, warm up! La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa Yea, ay yea Fayettenam Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, here's to Fayettenam hey Hey and your gla**es and your gla**es and your gla**es To the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcohol This is the "Warm Up" Yea, look now to the few n***as out there who heard my last sh** Which if I must say so myself that was a cla**ic I never been the type to ride my own coat tail But its obvious Im here to stay, a f**ing hotel I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up! If you aint peep the trend by now with each rap I go up Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded But tell me whats a deal when you want to be the greatest? So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone Wonder if he see it in my eyes Im trying to get the throne Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time Im getting better but wasn't getting younger And all that time can make the most confident n***a wonder But never doubt it or allowed that sh** to phase me yo Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio n***a now I am Chorus Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, its the Fayettenam hey Hey and your gla**es and your gla**es and your gla**es This is the last call for alcohol This is the warm up! So get cha back up off the wall Verse 2 Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip up I know my girl be praying "Lord just keep his pants zipped up!- Now if some groupie b**h is on his dick then make its stiff up, at least give the n***a common sense to wrap his dick up" Toast the spliff up, our gla**es then sip up, We fly past they look up They don't last we give up They don't blast we clip up then empty And indeed we hit the target yea these n***as think they the sh** and they aint even farted yet Style incomplete like a garbage a** quarterback My office is forreal ah f** sack, n***as getting coffin in the Ville Way too often and it feels wrong New York n***as f** with me I got em singing Ville songs I guess its only right cuz we grew up singing they sh** BIG sh**, Mase sh**, Nas sh**, Jay sh** Time for a Carolina n***a to take his place with the greats A slim n***a making bold statement Ay J. Cole how you do that there?-I hear you blowing up my n***a Im like ,true that yea, In NY but smile everytime I flew back there That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there I go home been so long they saying, "you back here?- Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here" Don't do that! Yo who that? He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it n***a, f** spinning on my pivot homie, im finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me I got a whole f**ig city that's just sitting on me But yea it fits on my back , my state is sitting on that Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops they aint give it all they got so they flop so hey watch, how Im finna take their spot Now im starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot I play not man Im k**ing em' even your idols feeling em' dog The same n***a who used to chill in the mall While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap The hero fighting villians just to put the Ville on the map Now I am Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, here's to Fayettenam hey Hey and raise your gla**es and your gla**es and your gla**es to the sky and.. This is the last call for alcohol (Talking)

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