All set ready to go, but little does he know He ain't comin' back no more All set ready to fly, into that deep blue sky Like so many times before Now the tower's callin', there's no reply And there's nothin' they can do Now the night is fallin' before

Girl if you pull up to my window Imma take your order (order) Anything you want girl you know I'll get it for ya (for ya) Say you wanna be my baby, you know I gotta spoil ya (spoil ya) For the rest of my life I'm ready to enjoy us So why the hell we

All I'm ever askin' for is time I just needed time to clear my mind What I want is already mine (It my fault, yeah yeah) I got women callin' my phone like I owe them some' It's kinda my fault, I guess I showed them some' No shit, I treat my dick like

Don't give me that face When you know I'm really down for the chase 'Cause my heart's already in it And I'm never gonna quit it When you finally gonna get it Don't walk away Don't walk away when I'm talkin' to you This ain't no time for your bad attitude

It's somethin' I do Ain't got nothin' to do With the frontin' you do Or your fuck ass crew Fuck what you think Fuck what you say 'Cause I'mma be the dog all day

Ayo real talk, 6ix As soon as you played me this joint I already knew Yo this some fucking, Last Call shit And it got me hella excited 'cause I always wanted to do like A Last Call, I remember the first time I heard Kanye's I thought that shit was so

I'm not ready to make nice I'm not ready to back down I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time To go 'round and 'round and 'round It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could 'Cause I'm mad as hell Can't bring myself to do what it is

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you