Call Me! Songtext
von Reason feat. Junii

Yeah, yeah
One, two, one, two, one, two
So, yeah

Call it drunk, call it low, call it broke
Call me, call me close, no, don′t call me close
Life been throwin' punches, I wish I could call some audibles
I been smokin′, wait, wait, hold on, look
I been drinkin' liquor hopin' it could clear a crowded soul
I been smokin′ pot, hope it turn into a pot of gold
Way too much stress in here, babe
Need that shit like yesterday, babe

Got some homies I grew up watchin′ WWE with
Some free shit, ironic, grew up later, now these niggas wrestle demons
At times, we confused 'bout what′s wanted versus what's needed
I just hope one day that you can find your purpose


Niggas look at me like I′m a dream, that's only because I reached this
Fictitious place people call success and now they need it
If fame don′t give you power, that money don't birth no leader
See niggas turn to cowards 'cause they soul done been depleted
He ain′t never make it in life, feel he did everything right
But never got that break that he wanted, so now he leechin′

Feel he deserve the world, his girl been givin' him speeches
One day he wanna hear it, he snapped on her and he beat her
Can′t even recognize who he is durin' these actions
Ain′t a flashin', tell her sorry repeatedly while she panic

Actions from an unconfident man
Insecure about his own struggles, hopped in the van
Drivin′ headed nowhere fast, he just drivin' now

Time grew wings, feel like it's flyin′ now
Drinkin′ while drivin', won′t put the bottle down

Thinkin' ′bout his homies and family
They never gathered 'round and helped a nigga out
I been all up on my own, y′all never checked a nigga out
I been tryin', I been fightin', look at Rob
He done made it, he done grew into some clout


He forgot about me too, he left me right there on the couch
He got money, he got fame, y′all respect that nigga now
You can call me what you want, I know you call me a failure
I know you call me with hatred, I know you call me rebellious
I know you say that I′m weak, I know it, look, I can smell it
My girl just gave me a son and I know she think I'm gon′ fail him
I know you call me a bum, I know you say I been strugglin'
I know you call me a nigga that you been lovin′ for nothin'
I know you call me— (Wait, wait)

Phone ringin′, a call comin'
He answerin', it hurt his mama
She missed him and said she love him, keep pushin′
Call it low, call it broke
Call me, call me close, no, don′t call me close
Life been throwin' punches, I wish I could call some audibles

I been smokin′, wait, wait
I been drinkin' liquor hopin′ it could clear a crowded soul
I been smokin' pot, I hope it turn into a pot of gold
Way too much stress in here, babe
Need that shit like yesterday, babe

So

Everybody know blood is thicker than water
But you know, even that shit get messy

January 2023
Yo, what′s the word?
What's the deal, Rob? What you on?

Shit, um, probably 'bout to go to the studio in a second
What′s the word?
Okay, cool
Shit, I′m just tappin' in with you
I feel like you been off the grid for a minute
And, uh, talkin′ to Lanisha, she told me, you know
You was goin' through it a little bit, bein′ down, so
Yeah
Just tappin' in with you, makin′ sure you straight
Yeah, um, yeah

It ain't really, be honest with you, it ain't really nothin′ specific
Yeah
Like, uh, it′s just life, bro
Nah, I feel you
Finishin' up this album, it′s a lot on me and shit
Yeah, you shouldn't even really make it
Seem like it was a big thing or nothin′