Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Call My Own , by - slowthai. Song from the album RUNT, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Method
Song language: English
Call My Own |
| Princess, know you’re an empress |
| Tryna catch your interest |
| Show you that I’m interested |
| Money and my time both invested |
| Infrared ting when we connecting |
| Wag wan pudding, wanna do things I wouldn’t, doing things you shouldn’t |
| Grab you by your mmm, what’s good good looking? |
| Grab you by your bosoms and say 'sorry' cause I shouldn’t |
| Excuse me madam you don’t know me from Adam |
| I’m the captain of the ship and baby you can be my passion |
| Good sex, symptoms of love in the moments |
| We lipsync, fixated, while you’re taking pictures |
| Buy you flowers, pissing in the wind |
| Turn on the sprinklers then you haven’t caught my drift yet |
| Moments could be picturesque, you could be my Mrs |
| I’m busy chasing queen heads, motivated infant |
| Tryna take everything that I own |
| I never had nothing I could call my own |
| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing |
| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on… |
| Tryna take everything that I own |
| I never had nothing I could call my own |
| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing |
| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on… |
| Brothers, no one knows me better |
| Your not any other brudda, your my bruddas till we dead off |
| Never had no judgment, love you till your fed up |
| Focus on cheddar, but I nothing lesser |
| Got the pew pew |
| Matching gloves, they leather |
| Ralph Lauren shoes too, Hydraulic press |
| No pressure, extraordinary measures |
| Designer bags on our backs |
| Miles your dog was on crow, you can blame me for that |
| Why’s my dolls up in my smoke with my bros in my pad? |
| Lewis pulled me out the whole and I ain’t coming back |
| It’s been time since we smoked, but I got plenty room on my back |
| Tryna take everything that I own |
| I never had nothing I could call my own |
| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing |
| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on… |
| Tryna take everything that I own |
| I never had nothing I could call my own |
| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing |
| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on… |
| Never had nothing I could call my own |
| Never had nothing I could call my own |
| Never had nothing I could call my own |
| Brr, Kwesington the 1st baby |