Erick the Architect - Pastor Willcall (Interlude) lyrics
Erick the Architect [Erick Arc Elliott] Brooklyn, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Erick the Architect - Pastor Willcall Interlude lyrics]
- Oh my! Is-Is that Pastor
Willcall coming over here? - I think it is
- Oh my goodness not him again
He's always asking me about my voice
- Brother Erick! Brother Lionel!
- Praise him - What's the word?
- Pastor Willcall, I presume
Are you still banging that girl that
Lives over by that lakehouse?
- Brother! Brother! That was a long time
Ago i no longer desire the flesh
Of a woman who can't say she was
Sorry for talking out of turn - Damn!
- And brother Lionel
WHAT is going on with you? You ever figured
Out why your voice is like that?
- Like what? (like what, like what)
- Very well then, carry on gentlemen
Now at this point the liquor is flowing
And everybody's starting to feel it
It's lit
But Bobby wants to have his basketball moment
In front of the wedding party and decides
To want to tell the story
Of how he met Stacey
- Attention everybody
Okay, the first time I met
Stacey a couple years ago
I gotta admit, from the moment I saw her
I knew she was the one for me bugga mumbling
- She was going for a jog in a football
Jersey, in the center of the town, number 37
I think she was the cutest little thing
The first thing I asked her was
Was what song she was listening
To on her Walkman i
Didn't what to say to a woman this beautiful
She told me she was listening to
A 90's R'n'B playlist she made
And the song that she was playing was
- Candy Rain
- Thats right from that moment I met her
All I could think of was that song when I
Played that song I immediatly
Thought of Stacey
I would always see her in the
Same area on the weekends
So I tried to find any
Reason to be around her
I went and bought some jogging gear
And would
Jog up and down that same block, sometimes
For hours hoping I'd bump into her
Atleast I got a good workout from chasing her
I was never into that kind of stuff
I played ball though
- You was a'ight, but that was sweet
- Thanks yo! You need some water?
- Nah, I'm good my n-, I'm good
You know niggas like toast
Even if it's burnt you get a butter knife to
Scrape the black off
Willcall coming over here? - I think it is
- Oh my goodness not him again
He's always asking me about my voice
- Brother Erick! Brother Lionel!
- Praise him - What's the word?
- Pastor Willcall, I presume
Are you still banging that girl that
Lives over by that lakehouse?
- Brother! Brother! That was a long time
Ago i no longer desire the flesh
Of a woman who can't say she was
Sorry for talking out of turn - Damn!
- And brother Lionel
WHAT is going on with you? You ever figured
Out why your voice is like that?
- Like what? (like what, like what)
- Very well then, carry on gentlemen
Now at this point the liquor is flowing
And everybody's starting to feel it
It's lit
But Bobby wants to have his basketball moment
In front of the wedding party and decides
To want to tell the story
Of how he met Stacey
- Attention everybody
Okay, the first time I met
Stacey a couple years ago
I gotta admit, from the moment I saw her
I knew she was the one for me bugga mumbling
- She was going for a jog in a football
Jersey, in the center of the town, number 37
I think she was the cutest little thing
The first thing I asked her was
Was what song she was listening
To on her Walkman i
Didn't what to say to a woman this beautiful
She told me she was listening to
A 90's R'n'B playlist she made
And the song that she was playing was
- Candy Rain
- Thats right from that moment I met her
All I could think of was that song when I
Played that song I immediatly
Thought of Stacey
I would always see her in the
Same area on the weekends
So I tried to find any
Reason to be around her
I went and bought some jogging gear
And would
Jog up and down that same block, sometimes
For hours hoping I'd bump into her
Atleast I got a good workout from chasing her
I was never into that kind of stuff
I played ball though
- You was a'ight, but that was sweet
- Thanks yo! You need some water?
- Nah, I'm good my n-, I'm good
You know niggas like toast
Even if it's burnt you get a butter knife to
Scrape the black off