Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Calling, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Strangeulation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.05.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
The Calling |
| And I’m back to the drinkin' |
| Soakin' wet every bottle’s open |
| Can’t believe it I’m occasionally smokin', again |
| With a deep and cloudy ocean, I’m in |
| Have a lot of trouble copin', my friend |
| I’m surrounded by folks when they lovin' me the most and |
| The goad is really croakin', within |
| Thought I was Superman the truth was |
| I used to be clean as a loofah and I used the |
| Cool devoured the booze to hand I lose the |
| Land if I triple booze the fans |
| I dream of stoppin' but greed is knockin' |
| They feelin' me from me from KC to Auckland |
| Proceed with caution, heat exhaustion |
| If I keep it goin' I’m gonna need a coffin |
| The river takes me away |
| And I’ve fallen from grace |
| Tell them I’ve tried to wait |
| But they’re too late |
| I can’t see when this pain will fade |
| Oh God Heaven is callin' my name |
| I feel that pain comin' from inside |
| My people had the same drinkin' and then died |
| Devil in my brain I’m sinkin' within pride |
| Drinkin' for lunch and I’m drinkin' for dinner |
| I’m nothin' but lush when I’m pushin' up in her |
| I seldom remember the 8th of November |
| Cause I be goin' so hard I’m always on a bender |
| I got money, I got cash |
| So picture unlimited amounts I got stash |
| When it got bad I went out and got trashed |
| When I hit glad what’chyo think’s in my glass |
| I gotta catch me, I’m fallin' |
| Not a limit to a young brother ballin' |
| Gotta let go of the weight I’m haulin' |
| When I look in the mirror within my eyes I’m headed for that callin' |
| The river takes me away |
| And I’ve fallen from grace |
| Tell them I’ve tried to wait |
| But they’re too late |
| I can’t see when this pain will fade |
| Oh God Heaven is callin' my name |
| Go hard or go home |
| That’s the motto I hit the lotto |
| Mister sorrow can miss tomorrow |
| So grip the bottle of this Moscato |
| My eye whites are not white |
| They hot fire and not nice but in my ice |
| I need a shot twice |
| (Drunk, I… Might, die) |
| (Falling, down… Gonna, drown) |
| Make way for the idiot |
| Interior is hideous |
| Need help like immediate |
| He actin' like he don’t know alcohol is insidious |
| While I celebrate life |
| I’mma elevate heights |
| Not known to man cause I chose to ban |
| My clock on the land on a hella great night |
| I’m knowin' this my callin' so I gotta try to miss that call and |
| Alcohol and you twist that big sack and hit that |
| Think I better quit that stallin' and stop |
| Feelin' real gotti I’m mixin' my liquors |
| You gotta get me at the party |
| Naturally naughty |
| Please help I’m still trapped inside of this psycho’s body! |
| The river takes me away |
| And I’ve fallen from grace |
| Tell them I’ve tried to wait |
| But they’re too late |
| I can’t see when this pain will fade |
| Oh God Heaven is callin' my name |