Artist/Band:
J. Cole
Lyrics for Song: Last Call
Lyrics for Album: The Warm Up
Yea, warm up!
La-la-la-laaaa
La lala la lalaaaa
Ay yea Fayettenam
Now I am,
Hey, and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Hey, and yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Yea Warm Up,
This is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Warm up!
Yea, look
Now to the few n*ggas out there who heard my last sh*t
Which if I must say so myself that was a classic
I never been the type to ride my own coat tail
But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a f*cking hotel
I came up, I warmed up! The next up, I blow up!
If you ain't peep the trend by now, with each rap I go up
Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded
But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest?
So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone
Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne
Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone
Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time
Gettin' better but wasn't getting younger
And all that time can make the most confident n*gga wonder
But never doubt it or allowed that sh*t to phase me yo
Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio
N*gga now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
Mr. Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Ay I'm Warmed Up my n*gga,
Hey, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the Warm Up!
Yeah!
So get yo back up off the wall
Yea,
Now may I never slip up or let my grip up
I know my girl be prayin' Lord just keep his pants zipped up!
Now if some groupie b*tch is on his d*ck then make it's stiff up,
At least give the n*gga commonsense to wrap his d*ck up
Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up,
We fly past they look up, they don't last we give up
They don't blast we clip up, then empty
And indeed we hit the target yes
These n*ggas think they the sh*t and they ain't even farted yet
Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback
My office is forreal ay f*ck sack,
N*ggas getting coffin in the Ville way too often and it feels wrong
New York N*ggas f*ck with me I got em singing Ville songs
I guess it's only right cause we grew up singing they sh*t
Big sh*t, Mase sh*t, Nas sh*t, Jay sh*t
Time for a Carolina n*gga to take his place with the greats
A slim n*gga making bold statements
Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there?
I hear you blowing up, my n*gga I'm like, true that yea,
In NY but smile every time I flew back there
That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there
I go home, been so long they saying, you back here?
Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here
Don't do that! Yo who that?
He rep the Ville when he spit it
Told you he be back with a record deal and he did it
N*gga, f*ck spinning on my pivot homie,
I'm finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me
I got a whole f*ckig city that's just sitting on me
But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that
Will I drop? I think not, I get up while they stop
Like a sleeve on tank tops, they ain't give it all they got
So they flop, so hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot
Now I'm starting and they not, let me show you how to stay hot
I play not man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog
The same n*gga who used to chill in the mall
While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap
The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map
Now I am
Yeah yeah and they ask and they ask
And they ask and I tell 'em,
It's the Fayettenam
Wave yo glasses and yo glasses
And yo glasses to the sky and
Hey yeah, this is the last call for alcohol
This is the f*ckin' Warm Up!
Yeah, get yo ass up off the wall
[Talking]
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