Lyrics Call - Ben Beal, Birdhouse, Cole Bauer

Call

If the world is gonna get to you
Gotta — gotta do what you always do
Gonna stand tall and speak the truth
Gonna call me up
When the man tryna get you down
Gotta get it up for another round
Gonna be fine with singing like
Gonna call me up
You can find us in the backyard
Simmer down
Avenues we sit around
Living in a town where it’s frowned upon our frowns
So we break our backs just stretch our mass to max' capacity
Aboard with everything on stage wherever we have to be
I put together a masterpiece play it in a museum
I got this fan love these people care 'em when I see 'em
Travellin' a place levitatin' over oceans doing everything right
Like me and childish spoken
I’m one of a kind
I’m flippin' around like all of the time absorbing
All of the shine
I’m getting nothing, a poetic substance
Haven’t made shit in a while but they all have to trust him
I just need to free my mind If I wanna function
I’m in school surrounded by some dumb shits
Never sleeping making beats
I like to round 'em up to something
I’m just a product of society
And this goes to whoever lied to me
If the world is gonna get to you
Gotta — gotta do what you always do
Gonna stand tall and speak the truth
Gonna call me up
When the man tryna get you down
Gotta get it up for another round
Gonna be fine with singing like
Gonna call me up