CALDERON

I'm glad that you came Wait what was ya name? I'm going insane What's up with my brain? No money and fame But I'm good at the game When u spelling my shit It's a capital J I need me a space at the empire state And if I get big it could be Ten years or a day I got to stay humble And never forget where I came I got two coups I got good taste I take you out I'm here for a day And I'm gone We go out to eat I take you back home You get out the car And there go my bone Get me aroused Just calling my phone Just calling my phone My nigga Izzy ring ring his phone My nigga Emmy or Israel Calderon His house is like a third home When it's home I'm gone from Late night drives on the road Talking nonsense Someone did something Tell me all the gossip Tell me who is in the closet? Tell me who you hollered at? Tell me how's ya girlfriend? Is you over your friend? You respond And say you had ya fair share With all of them You turning up music I don't like but I ain't bothered by it The energy you bring To the table is all that I require I talk to you about my problems You give Me ways that I could solve them And even ways that I could dodge them I swear it's always pleasure talking to You even bout nada nada Nada nada nada Nada nada nada yea Nada nada nada yea Every time I need solace You be right there When I need you You be right there When I need you You be right there When I need you Every time I need solace You be right there When I need you You be right there When I need you You be right there When I need you