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I GOT THE CALL lyrics
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Intro
Violin in a room with the paint half split Kick on one, desk shake when it hit Old tower hum, red light blink I told the wall this year gon' notice me
Verse 1
2020, mattress on the floor by the crate One KRK cracked, one ear late Wake at 10:03, coffee ring by the spacebar Three beats by noon, twenty emails by dark Names from a timeline, A&Rs in the bio Hit send, blue check never turned to reply though Export.wav like a medal in the hallway Zero in the stats but the strings made it Broadway
Pre-chorus
Every day sounded small till I scored it tall If nobody heard it, I still heard all
Chorus
Tell 'em I got the call, I got the call Six years in a box made the drywall talk If the line was a dream, it still dragged me through I was gold in the dark 'fore the numbers knew Tell 'em I got the call, let the staircase climb Brass on my ribs, 808 on time You can laugh at the proof, you can't laugh at the hours I built an arena inside four walls
Verse 2
Last night, unknown number, two rings Or maybe it was a DM with a fire emoji code Can't say the name yet, paperwork, you know West Coast, no, Atlanta, let me keep that low Still got screenshots from that winter You said circle back then went ghost by dinner I toast warm Sprite with the homies online Saying told y'all, though the dates don't align
Pre-chorus
Hear that lift in the room when the low end crawls Maybe faith got a voice, maybe speakers do
Chorus
Tell 'em I got the call, I got the call Six years in a box made the drywall talk If the line was a dream, it still dragged me through I was gold in the dark 'fore the numbers knew Tell 'em I got the call, let the staircase climb Brass on my ribs, 808 on time You can laugh at the proof, you can't laugh at the hours I built an arena inside four walls
Verse 3
2022, she packed while the snare hit mute Said, You love stems more than rent that's due My mom asked when the real work starts I played her a bounce, she gave me that nod But that nod had carpet in it, soft, no grip Polite as a church shoe, quick on the lip So I cut more sleep into smaller and smaller Made dawn smell like dust, hot chips, and solder
Bridge
Bounce... final... final2... No drums, just breath and a loading bar blue If I say it out loud, maybe it comes true
Verse 4
Hold up, first I said call, but the screen was text First I said major, now I'm saying indie exec First it was Friday, now it's sometime last week Still, hear the brass kick when the kick starts to speak That's the part nobody gets, the story may bend But the snare placement sharp and the low end's dead-center If I sold hope to myself just to stay in the chair Judge me after you count every night I was there
Verse 5
So listen close, does the fact-check matter more Than six cold years putting miles in the floor? The call might be coming, or I built it in air But the hours were flesh, I can point where they bled Mouse hand cramped, eyes red by the bounce One room, one dream, one name mispronounced If I lied, it was future tense keeping me fed If I didn't, then history caught what I said
Chorus
Tell 'em I got the call, I got the call Strings to the ceiling, timpani under all If the line was a dream, it still kept me alive I made a stage from the quiet, now watch it arrive Tell 'em I got the call, let the staircase climb Brass in full bloom, 808s in line You can doubt what I heard, you can't unmake the years I built an arena and the proof lives here
Outro
One chime Then nothing
Inside the recording
Violin in a room with the paint half split Kick on one, desk shake when it hit
Every day sounded small till I scored it tall If nobody heard it, I still heard all
One chime Then nothing
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