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• Artiste: Brooks Buford
• Titre: I Can't Call It
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More dumb ass shit Everybody need a joke track As I sit in the prison cell I built in the bedroom Studio B with a mic in the bathroom Little ol' me starrin' dead at the wall for the 800 and 577th time I ain't got a dime, I done blown what I had It was good while it lasted, not bein' sad Gave me more medication but I ain't got better Stuck in New York City with this fucked up weather What the hell am I doin here? I miss Atlanta Life is not a riddle, there is no answer At least not to me, but you wouldn't understand I mean you Really really really really wouldn't understand When you wanna die but can't, wanna live but can't Wanna cry but can't, wanna fly but can't Just glued to the ground with a cigarette I hear it will change, but not yet And I can't call it when it's good And I can call it when it's bad And I can't even call on you But thats okay, hey I ain't mad And I can't call it when I'm up And I can't call it when I'm sad So dont ask me for too much Cause I can't give what I ain't had It's been 3 or 4 days since I last had a shower Ah hell put another hard drive in the tower Put some more strings on that beat So I don't have to feel and I don't have to eat People im'n me "When you comin' out with that new cd" Fuck if I know I've had four record deals, no singles, no albums, and no shows I got a wife and she took away my poise I got a nickname for her, white noise That's prob'ly her now Yellin' at me about that line I wrote just now I'm damned if I do and damned if I think about it The real answer is to drink about it You say it's all in my head again Why the fuck you think I'm on 4 different medicines And I can't call it when it's good And I can call it when it's bad And I can't even call on you But thats okay, hey I ain't mad And I can't call it when I'm up And I can't call it when I'm sad So don't ask me for too much Cause I cant give what I ain't had Tried and failed, won and it was still hell Might as well write suicide email Shootin' for the stars, shootin' for mars, or maybe just shootin' for the monkey bars Life is good when you got friends, ends or no ends, damn No answers, no questions to ask, yeah I guess I'll just make myself last And I can't call it when it's good And I can call it when it's bad And I can't even call on you But thats okay, hey I ain't mad And I can't call it when I'm up And I can't call it when I'm sad So dont ask me for too much Cause I can't give what I ain't had