Last Call (feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H., Sho Baraka & Propaganda)

We've been out forty days straight

Party every night of the week

Same old thing, death it brings, yeah

I don't know I don’t know why

Only brings pain in my life

Same old thing, death it brings

You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?

It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

Yeah

Go and get it, sky high

Strange clouds all around, sky miles

Frequent flyer, with no rewards

Always drifting off course like a divorce

Chasing after every shadow

Empty promise everywhere we go

Oh 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

We've been out forty days straight

Party every night of the week

Same old thing, death it brings, yeah

I don't know I don’t know why

Only brings pain in my life

Same old thing, death it brings

You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?

It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

Last call, you love the Cris

Your favorite rapper's 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, its 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 its a sleeping giant

Life, Jesus teaching us how to redefine it

The finest moments approaching hold up the beat is silent

We've been out forty days straight

Party every night of the week

Same old thing, death it brings, yeah

I don't know I don’t know why

Only brings pain in my life

Same old thing, death it brings

You hear 'em sayin', "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?

It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

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

You're going ninety in a forty, drive slower

You got the right to remain silent until sober

It sounds silly but we gon it again next week

Cousin, this type of partying could possibly make your neck weak

But I ain't here to judge, I just say consider

I don't blame the drugs, I don't blame the liquor

I'm just saying that real life is inescapable

And we are all incapable of drowning these woes

So when the bubbly's lifted, every things done up in it's season

But the difference between me and them is we party for good reasons

I'm broken

Restoring