The Calling

Flowsik

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    ‘Cuz I can’t stop the calling, I can’t stop the calling from ringing in my head
    Again and again
    ‘Cuz I can’t stop the calling, I can’t stop the calling, from ringing in my head
    Again and again

    If there’s one thing that I want, I want it all
    Full blast, next breath could be the last
    Damn I could be gone tomorrow
    6 Feet under by the top of the morning
    It’s still my season, not leaving not falling
    Just getting warmed up I can’t stop the calling

    You sting like a bee? I’m a hornet, game tight larry johnson
    Running fresh outta’ charlotte best give me your best shot hot shot
    I’ma go hard and get the champagne popping regardless
    Finish what I started when I’m dearly departed and I’m resting
    If destiny doesn’t call, she will get my message
    Yeleul deuleo igeon yesul ddo daleun level
    Neo toemuli doen hue daemullim doeneun I daemul
    Ggaeeonan hangangui goemul yup I’m a beast, beast from the east, east
    Mc’s taking up space I hit the delete
    Small fish, swimming in a puddle, you are leagues deep
    You kiwi sweet, soft like cake, pvc pipe lightweight
    Only way is up top when you hustle from the bottom and
    These snakes coming at you sideways

    Chagaun sesangi nal bulleo mag baeteonaen ddaddeushan naui bullo
    Da taeweobeolyeo burden on my back 1 rep max no other choice but for me to pull up
    You better check out the words that I utter, nine sillyeogeun ajigdo meoleo
    Segyejeogin artist, whatever nan ujulo nala the hubble scope taking it farther
    I’m out of this world you get whipped by my belt of orion for lying
    Man you think your sick flow utmost violent?
    But your not that ill, typical cold virus
    I’m the damn truth, you fiend throw stones when I pass through?
    I’m first in the books like matthew, time for the bad news
    Sharp words double-edge skinning off tattoos

    God bless your harsh words are like atchu!
    Eat my sand dunes, you’re a vacuum
    0-500 Quick trip cancun, I’m gone with the fresh wind feeling brand new
    Everybody sleeping on me like old kirey
    Until my soul crossover I’m schooling you young boys starting from the potty
    You don’t have the drive like young kiley

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    Jenner, jenner, I’m a winner with my team where’s dinner
    I heard you’re mvp but your scoring on beginners
    Man I fiend to stack up like I’ll be gone 4 winters
    Hungry and I’m banging on my chest, gorilla
    4-Wheeler through the trenches before it gets more realer
    Pops taught me to be a go getta
    I do this for the love but I can’t deny, my desire for the doe, I’m a born sinner
    You wanna battle? I’m busy battling satan, dodging his pitches like clayton
    Every minute altercations, weight on my shoulders but the heart keeps the
    Core from breaking, only ‘till I’ve lost my patience

    This inner chi flowing through me holds a force of nations
    Who’s he? With the pen this yellow kids bruce lee, no relation

    Keep it hot like I’m off the grill, classy and sharp in the dark deville
    Take it lightly that I don’t have the heart to kill
    Cuz when I drop is is when this armageddon starts for real
    I can get jumped, get up, brush it like its nothing no feel
    But backstab scars never heal bars that are real
    Arsenal filled, heavy hits going out far from the field

    Both eyes glued on the pay, is it for the range? Or the youth
    To see a better day? I got a fam to feed if it means me slinging
    That cane, God; I’m trust trying to do my thang
    No umbrella let me feel the cold rain
    Keep my head up so I can face the pain
    Life has its balance, I’m prepared to lose as much as what it takes to gain
    But I trying to see moms and pops flourish, driven in whips that is foreign
    But with the thought just cuz I can afford it
    M-means nothings to the most sovereign
    In a 1 room shack with the fam where I’ve witnessed true love?
    Guess that’s what’s most important
    Man I wanted this since the 4th grade
    Still feel like I’m 8, same voice in my head, I can’t stop the calling so,

    Before I let it drop, on the bubble let it pop
    This is who I am so I can never let it stop
    Hear now, hear me loud I’m on the tippy top
    I try to let go, but it comes back so I let it rock, rock

    ‘Cuz I can’t stop the calling, I can’t stop the calling from ringing in my head
    Again and again
    ‘Cuz I can’t stop the calling, I can’t stop the calling, from ringing in my head
    Again and again

    I can’t stop the calling

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