Paroles I Can't Call It de Brooks Buford

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More dumb ass shit
Everybody need a joke track

As I sit in the prison cell I built in the bedroom
Studio B with a mic in the bathroom
Little ol' me starrin' dead at the wall for the 800 and 577th time
I ain't got a dime, I done blown what I had
It was good while it lasted, not bein' sad
Gave me more medication but I ain't got better
Stuck in New York City with this fucked up weather
What the hell am I doin here? I miss Atlanta
Life is not a riddle, there is no answer
At least not to me, but you wouldn't understand I mean you
Really really really really wouldn't understand
When you wanna die but can't, wanna live but can't
Wanna cry but can't, wanna fly but can't
Just glued to the ground with a cigarette
I hear it will change, but not yet

And I can't call it when it's good
And I can call it when it's bad
And I can't even call on you
But thats okay, hey I ain't mad
And I can't call it when I'm up
And I can't call it when I'm sad
So dont ask me for too much
Cause I can't give what I ain't had

It's been 3 or 4 days since I last had a shower
Ah hell put another hard drive in the tower
Put some more strings on that beat
So I don't have to feel and I don't have to eat
People im'n me
"When you comin' out with that new cd"
Fuck if I know
I've had four record deals, no singles, no albums, and no shows
I got a wife and she took away my poise
I got a nickname for her, white noise
That's prob'ly her now
Yellin' at me about that line I wrote just now
I'm damned if I do and damned if I think about it
The real answer is to drink about it
You say it's all in my head again
Why the fuck you think I'm on 4 different medicines

And I can't call it when it's good
And I can call it when it's bad
And I can't even call on you
But thats okay, hey I ain't mad
And I can't call it when I'm up
And I can't call it when I'm sad
So don't ask me for too much
Cause I cant give what I ain't had

Tried and failed, won and it was still hell
Might as well write suicide email
Shootin' for the stars, shootin' for mars, or maybe just shootin' for the monkey bars
Life is good when you got friends, ends or no ends, damn
No answers, no questions to ask, yeah I guess I'll just make myself last

And I can't call it when it's good
And I can call it when it's bad
And I can't even call on you
But thats okay, hey I ain't mad
And I can't call it when I'm up
And I can't call it when I'm sad
So dont ask me for too much
Cause I can't give what I ain't had

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