Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Service, artist - Token. Album song Between Somewhere, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Token
Song language: English
No Service |
| Before my grandpa died, he called me |
| Only to remind me every day above the ground is a blessing |
| I didn’t pick up because I was underground in the basement, in a session |
| No service, yeah, no service |
| I act like I miss home even though I started writing raps really only to escape |
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| Only part of travel that I look forward to is the plane ride |
| Give me space and no service, no service |
| I won’t go to service for mom, won’t go to service for dad |
| Grandma think I need religion, sister think that is a trap |
| When I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I’m faithful |
| I said «Yeah, I’m faithful» |
| Thank God, thank God, thank God he didn’t ask what I’m faithful to |
| My girl pray like she faithful |
| She pray, pray that I’m faithful |
| But no matter what I really say, but no matter what I really do |
| Everything that I say isn’t true, everything that I say is a fight |
| She think that I only wanna fight, but I do not wanna fight with her |
| I just wanna see how much fight, how much fight she got in her |
| How much trust she got in her? |
| How many tours I go on? |
| How many times will I slip? |
| How many chances I get? |
| How much love she got in her? |
| How much trust she got in her? |
| How much left she got in her? |
| How many times I bought dinner? |
| How much cash can I spare? |
| This meal cost like one fifty |
| And I’ma flip a fucking chair if I get no service |
| Waitress: Are you guys all set to order? |
| Token: Yeah, uh, you wanna go first? |
| Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don’t even know how to pronounce it, |
| but it’s right here on the menu, um, and can I get that without any dressing? |
| By myself in hotel rooms |
| Is the only time I can really get myself to sleep lately |
| «Do not disturb» sign on that door handle for the cleaning lady |
| I want no service, yeah, no service |
| I write about the shit I think about every single day |
| Fans say it takes so much courage |
| My boy just got back from the military |
| I never said «Thank you for your service» |
| No service |
| No one thinks I need guidance |
| No one thinks I need nourishment |
| Two thousand comments on my last post |
| No one thinks I need encouragement |
| No one thinks I need a visit |
| No one thinks I need a favor |
| No one at my doorstep except packages delivered by a stranger |
| Mailman at my house more than anybody that I know today |
| But I never shared a word with him |
| Shit, I don’t even know his name |
| I wonder how much he infer about me |
| From the fan mail and those words about me |
| Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones |
| European outlet adapters |
| And shirts in bulk, and CDs in bulk that refer about me |
| He probably knows me better than my friends |
| I bet he never even heard about me |
| When I’m home, I don’t tell a soul |
| Only management and that label know |
| My fans say they wanna take my soul |
| But sometimes I think that they care the most |
| My fans only wanna hear my heart |
| I give it up like this shit ain’t in my flesh |
| I give it up, give it up, give it up |
| Mama said, «What if one day there’s just nothin' left?» |
| That made me wonder who’s after my soul? |
| Shit, do I even believe in a soul? |
| Maybe I’m just overthinking it all |
| Probably just overthinking it all |
| Monday 8 AM, outta bed, hit the gym |
| Leave the gym, find the flow, Monday |
| Used to feel like a brand new beginning, now it don’t |
| No complaints, old friend at the gym I ignored |
| I ain’t social, back at home |
| Knock, knock at the door, leave me alone |
| I don’t wanna see no motherfuckin' postal |
| -service |
| Postal service, is anyone home? |
| Hello? |