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Last Call Song Lyrics
Last Call by Bryson Tiller TRAPSOUL Incorporated, how may I help you?
Hey, yo, I just wanted to call you and say bravo, bro, good job man
Ayy, thank you, thank you, bro
I'm proud, man, now you can get back to your album and focus
But I know you couldn't do as much as you, you know you really wanted, but
Yeah, I did what I could
Look man, it was great talkin' to you, it's been a long time
Yeah, likewise, bro for real
And, uh, I really can't say much about the future, I can only give you little hints
Yeah, I was— that's what I was about to ask
Now get back to work, man, you know what to do
Alright
You got any shout-outs?
Yeah, I got a few shout-outs now
Man, shout-out to the boy Saint first and foremost, man
It's been a minute since we worked together and, uh, it's the perfect time to get inspired, man
Shout-out my boy Juan for encouraging me to get this sh*t done
I definitely was about to be like, "f**k it" a couple times, but my boy came through
Shout-out Julius Keys, man, for the bars, bro
Up and coming talent from Louisville, man
You know, it's always dope to work with new people
Shout-out to Mars as well, thank you for the vocals, uh, that song wouldn't even be possible without you, so thank you
And, uh, shout-out to all the artists and producers, man, who made this sh*t possible, I wouldn't even be able to do this sh*t without them, you know what I mean?
All the artists and the original songs and sh*t, you know, love 'em all
And, uh, man, shout-out to the fans for tunin' into this sh*t
You know what I'm sayin', man, I'm in the studio, heavy, workin', I've got a couple albums on the way for y'all, so, stay stuned
But let me cut this off, man, and just say this last thing:
Whatever your talent is, whatever it is that you do, just keep doin' what you're doin', man, and know that you can manifest anything that you want in this life
This is Killer Instinct 2, Bryson Tiller, Young Tiller, Pen Griffey God Tiller, whatever the f**k you want to call me (Don't forget TJ, yeah)
Have a happy Halloween, the nightmare's over