Should've Called Songtext
von Jimi Tents

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Look
I′m depressed and faded
Evil combination when your heart's at war
Middle finger up and I don′t give a fuck
'Cause you can bet you ain't gettin′ love no more
No love lost, no less, no more
Back when they was sleepin′ on me, ain't slept, no snore
You know what′s for sure?
And we can make a bet
Your last name will never be Moore no more
Give a nigga two years, you gon' shed a few tears
When you see me up inside a Panamera four-door
You gon′ be sick when I'm pushin′ V12s
And you ridin' on the L just to take the B6
Chivalry's dead, but it once lived in me
I′m guessin′ that Cupid didn't want it to be
I′m done with this flow and it's slow, can′t you see?
I'm sorry I spit that like most you MCs
Back to the topic at hand
Same trife shawty gave top to my mans
And had enough to ask for him droppin′ the Benz
I'm a rent, that she know she finna cop from the fam
Damn, I'm on a roll, no honor roll
I swear these gold diggers be on a roll
Her new man got a Mercedes-Benz
But I don′t wanna be your knight in shinin′ armor, all and I

Shoulda called this one out early
Shoulda called this one away
Ain't too late to get it straight
Everything gon′ be okay
Break the road and pave the way
Movin' like a locomotive rollin′
Shoulda told them, hey
Shoulda called this one away


It's hit or miss when I spit pissed off
For the glimpse of this life that I pick, ticked off
Gettin′ bugged by the time I constrict like a snake in the grass
If you fake, get erased from my past
Tense from the moments that don't make me a man
Content at the moment, I should take me a camp
My consent at the moment is what makes me a champ
So these simple-minded niggas try to faze the big camp
They say my music isn't sellable, they sellin′ on that bullshit
I′d rather sell off syllables instead of sellin' bullshit
Ain′t even at my pinnacle of pennin' all this good shit
Dependin′ on my penmanship, my pen is now a full clip
A pussy nigga ask me for a verse and catch a bullet
AR-15 when I spit a sixteen
Split spleens, lean in this shit
Now your fan base and record label screamin' and shit
Got every song I make, ears meanin′ to hit
Got every hater like, "What you mean this a hit?"
Goddamn, Dan, can a nigga kick it, rob Van Damme
'Til A&Rs backflippin', doin′ handstands
For my damn jams, and you jelly, yeah, I know
Your shit too plain, I propel it with the flow
Got everybody like, "Will he fail? Will he blow?"
But only time will tell I′m gettin' better as I grow
Now these rappers say they

Shoulda called this one out early
Shoulda called this one away
It′s too late to get it straight
Everything will be okay
Break the road and pave the way
Movin' like a locomotive rollin′
Shoulda told them, hey
Shoulda called this one away

Yo, yo, turn that shit off, turn that shit off, yo
Yo, your phone ringin'
Let me just answer this phone call, hold on
Hello?
Hello, hi, this is, how are you?
I′m fine, how are you?
I'm great
Listen, so I'm just callin′ to confirm that
You′ll be in attendance for the assembly