Yeah
Last call for alcohol, right?
Last call for alcohol, baby
I mean, it might be a speakeasy around the corner or somethin', but
We'll figure it out later, hah
Last call for alcohol
Never like when they hit the lights
But shit, you had a ball
More than you assumed would ensue
But what you knew
Was if you was late to the room
It still came to you after all
Everything I did was with you in mind
And there was always a mirror attached when I threw a line
As long you're doing fine
Then my shit is duly lined
Dependin' on how you spell it
I took care of you and I
Or this was all expеcted
Properly tied, I was dеfined
When they was geeking, son
I was beefing with property lines
I gave you more
Came here to paint the store
Added happy trees
Where bodies decorate the floor
Rest in peace to Kelly
And the homi's that came before
And shout to all the broads who bought a body
To make it yours
I was writing records
That embodied what they endured
As well as who be loading up a shotty
To paint a wall
Along with who was ignoring the part where they aim at y'all
Like, "Somebody got through to them,
So what else could you do to them?"
I'm comfortable including them
When everyone was losing them
I was out pursuing 'em
Feeling like I'm crew with 'em
So none of this is new to 'em
They been in the loop with me
From every which a way
But shit it came together beautifully
It fit you all suitably
And it was worth the kitchen time
Petals on the windowsill
You overdue to give me mine, for real
I gave my all (I gave you my all)
But was my all ever enough?
The pain outweighed the pleasure
But is my purpose above my plight?
Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls
Took this all around the world
Truly yours for as long as you need
With all that you need, until I
Came to realize you closed your eyes
And still wanted me
Your eyes wasn't soft enough
To see what you needed to see
So last year I was writing my retirement speech
Looking back at all the grounds that I'd aspired to reach
I called Phonte and we kicked it for an hour or three
Brotherly love, he put a little fire under me
He said, "Yo, you one of the few, shit is obvious, B
So how you talkin' 'bout retiring?
You outta your bean"
I said, "Bro, you got a point, that's why I called"
He said, "Don't let these motherfuckers sing
When your time is gone
Look who you inspired, dog,"
I started to take a peek
And counted all these greats that they be praising
That came from me, humble brag
I was too busy tryna save a culture
To double back
More hands than I'd ever known
But still I juggled that
Shoulders like Kiyan dad
The seven with me
So whoever bet against me
Tell 'em I spray back
Single-handed
Other hand was playing '68 Olympics
Stretched out from Tommie to John
Gave it distance
Justice to poetically speak on whatever mattered
And gunning for the rest to believe it
Because it happened
You're free to be on your Kappa
That's whether Kaepernick
Or Kappas passing the stick
Or capping back with the blick
The perils of understanding 'em all
My hand involved
Bill Withers' grandma hands
How I hand it off, yeah
In search of Nirvana
I'm honored to tread it carefully
Room full of reasons why
Singing, "Make it clear for me," for real
I gave my all (I gave you my all)
But was my all ever enough?
The pain outweighed the pleasure
But is my purpose above my plight?
Gave you life, dropped gems and pearls
Took this all around the world
Truly yours for as long as you need
With all that you need, until I
Came to realize you closed your eyes
And still wanted me
Your eyes wasn't soft enough
To see what you needed to see
Last call for alcohol, haha, yeah
If this is it, like if this is the last joint, this is the last hoorah
This the last call for alcohol, baby
Gotta say, whether you knew it or not
You was pretty much at the finest
The finest bar establishment
The finest spirits and libations
Y'all could've had, baby
You might realize it now
You might've realized it back then
Might realize it later
Love
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