Benjah, Propaganda, Sho Baraka, Da’ T.R.U.T.H. - Last Call lyrics
[Benjah, Propaganda, Sho Baraka, Da’ T.R.U.T.H. - Last Call lyrics]
We’ve been out forty days straight
Party every night of the week
Same old thing, death it brings
Yea I don't know I don’t know why
It only brings pain in my life
Same old thing, death it brings
You hear them saying
Last call, ahh, can’t you see I'm ready
To go home It's last call, ahh
Times up now lets go home
Go and get it, sky high
Strange clouds all around, sky miles
Frequent flyer, with no rewards
Always drifting of course like divorce
Chasing after every shadow
Empty promise everywhere we go o' Lord where
Did I go wrong Hear my cry
Lord hear my psalm I'm broken
My sin is before me, ever before me
Restoring
All my broken pieces, Lord please, redeem us
Last call, you love the Cris
Your favorite rappers the person you
Always want to be they laughing to the bank
It's cracked up to be
The kind of life that you covet
With all the luxuries smoke is in the air
It's all smoke and mirrors
They claim they on the throne
It's just a folding chair
You focused on appearance
They spend their whole careers
Trying to prove that
The grass is much greener over there
So how they keep it selling
I guess it's cheap to buy it
The consequence is expensive but
It's a sleeping giant
Life Jesus teaching is how to redefine it
The finest moments approaching hold up
The beat is silent
This is just a cycle of
A psycho and his idols
Trying to earn a name but in
The end it's just a title
Brother you need revival
Brother you need the bible
That fast lane is real
That speeding will get you killed
That highway to heaven ain't
Getting any closer
Plus your swag expired, homie pull over
Your going 90 in a 40 drive slower
You got the right to
Remain silent until sober
Party every night of the week
Same old thing, death it brings
Yea I don't know I don’t know why
It only brings pain in my life
Same old thing, death it brings
You hear them saying
Last call, ahh, can’t you see I'm ready
To go home It's last call, ahh
Times up now lets go home
Go and get it, sky high
Strange clouds all around, sky miles
Frequent flyer, with no rewards
Always drifting of course like divorce
Chasing after every shadow
Empty promise everywhere we go o' Lord where
Did I go wrong Hear my cry
Lord hear my psalm I'm broken
My sin is before me, ever before me
Restoring
All my broken pieces, Lord please, redeem us
Last call, you love the Cris
Your favorite rappers the person you
Always want to be they laughing to the bank
It's cracked up to be
The kind of life that you covet
With all the luxuries smoke is in the air
It's all smoke and mirrors
They claim they on the throne
It's just a folding chair
You focused on appearance
They spend their whole careers
Trying to prove that
The grass is much greener over there
So how they keep it selling
I guess it's cheap to buy it
The consequence is expensive but
It's a sleeping giant
Life Jesus teaching is how to redefine it
The finest moments approaching hold up
The beat is silent
This is just a cycle of
A psycho and his idols
Trying to earn a name but in
The end it's just a title
Brother you need revival
Brother you need the bible
That fast lane is real
That speeding will get you killed
That highway to heaven ain't
Getting any closer
Plus your swag expired, homie pull over
Your going 90 in a 40 drive slower
You got the right to
Remain silent until sober