There ain't no last call, I'm havin' a ball with Hank, Haggard and Jones No, I ain't alone, I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin' And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some jack

Find out what she's puttin' down I won't even call I won't even write I'm checking on my baby So many nights and days Well, I've been out of town Well, I caught me a plane Flew back that same night Checking on my baby

I'm in a trance Hey baby tell me can't you hear me calling I want to try to stop this life I take too much in the Saturday night I wake up in the morning And the sun begins to shine The day did sneak up on the night I see your face and I see myself

It's just a fantasy It's not the real thing But sometimes a fantasy Is all you need I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance But I really needed

I clap a nigga like patty cake I'm sippin' on Belaire, my chick from Bel-Air My whip from Germany, I'm cooler that LL I'm swaggin', I got flavor, I got sauce, call me Ragu I love my baby girl pussy bald, call her Caillou Sniper Gang Eh, I like this lil'

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

He's thirty-eight years old, never kissed a girl Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all Freezing slow time, away from the world Twelve men broke loose in seventy-three From Mill Haven maximum security

If I can live through this Champion, champion I can do anything And I can do anything I'm just young enough to still believe, still believe But young enough not to know what to believe in I'm calling you from the future To let you know we've made a

I am your angel I'll be your cloud up in the sky I'll be your shoulder when you cry I'll hear your voices when you call me And when all hope is gone, I'm here No matter how far you are, I'm near It makes no difference who you are And then you will see,

Lady writer on the TV Just the way that her hair fell down around her face Then I recall my fall from grace Another time, another place Talking about the Virgin Mary Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me And the lady writer on the TV Lady Writer on