
Call Me (2022) Caskey (Ft. Angel Hill)
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[Chorus: Angel Hill]
Tell me why I feel like this
Water been still, I guess
How did I get used to the stress?
I guess I used you best
You don't (You don't)
Call me (Call me)
'Cause your love (Your love)
Is all I need
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Yeah, hard to reach 'cause I'm tourin' countries and doin' features
Can't relate, you don't move the ball, you just do the bleachers
Missed my nephew birth, I wasn't around to come and meet ya
I was out in LA, paper-chasin' and dodgin' reapers
Dissatisfied with life, was tryna actualize
Things I see when I go to sleep, wake up and catch a vibe
Missin' birthdays, so I didn't pop out and act surprised
Some people took it personal, fuck it, let 'em have it
Make it all make sense, in the end, it make it more dramatic
Still I wear my heart on my sleeves, left my shoulders tatted
Doubled my efforts 'cause nothin' come to you automatic
Got they opinions about it but this was autocratic
All I have, gave to my passions
Who I was before I found the art, left in the ashes
Barely recognize the photo after the camera flashes
Gave myself as an offerin' and went to the masses
Tell me why I feel like this
Water been still, I guess
How did I get used to the stress?
I guess I used you best
You don't (You don't)
Call me (Call me)
'Cause your love (Your love)
Is all I need
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Yeah, hard to reach 'cause I'm tourin' countries and doin' features
Can't relate, you don't move the ball, you just do the bleachers
Missed my nephew birth, I wasn't around to come and meet ya
I was out in LA, paper-chasin' and dodgin' reapers
Dissatisfied with life, was tryna actualize
Things I see when I go to sleep, wake up and catch a vibe
Missin' birthdays, so I didn't pop out and act surprised
Some people took it personal, fuck it, let 'em have it
Make it all make sense, in the end, it make it more dramatic
Still I wear my heart on my sleeves, left my shoulders tatted
Doubled my efforts 'cause nothin' come to you automatic
Got they opinions about it but this was autocratic
All I have, gave to my passions
Who I was before I found the art, left in the ashes
Barely recognize the photo after the camera flashes
Gave myself as an offerin' and went to the masses
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