Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Summers
Songwriter
Joncarlos Orozco
Songwriter
Michael Gian Kochnowicz
Songwriter
Kevin Maximus Dix
Songwriter
Delfino Lopez
Songwriter
Lyrics
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
Trapped in my room
Starting at the wall
Thinking 'bout
The shit that I love
Creating possibilities
That I found
Inside of me
Hope you can
Confide in me
Cause I was just
Leading us right
Through the dark
Didn't have mentions
Relied on my senses
Riding through winters
With my busted window
My girl on my right
Rollin up more indoor
How can I complain ?
When I'm trippin
On this plane
Golden caps in the dark
By myself is what really
Keeps me in my place
I've been tryna face
Two more joints
Every time I roll up
Really what's the point ?
So I came in room
Quiet as a ninja
But since I got the stank
I always make more noise
Really what's the point?
Really what's the point?
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
Life
Is rarely lovin
Nice
I been stressing
About the focus
For plenty nights
In the hopes
To get the monies right
Been checking
On my own baggage
Gotta make sure
The luggage light
You can have a star
That shine so bright
And it still just might
Collapse under the weight
Of it's own plight
That third eye line
That's that mental sight
That conscious flight
The ashes from
The blunt burn bright
I left that slow lane
To make sure
That the flow keeps right
Battle between
Some angels and demons
It's seeming
You gone have to pick
Who gone win that fight
Leapt to faith
With all my might
But in the eve
We went to garden
And had ourselves a bite
Of a cursed apple
I don't wanna blow up
And catch shrapnel
Become a fifty year old asshole
Alone in his castle
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
Im just sitting at the crib
Got my chick with me
Got the dabs for the rig
It ain't no mystery
We got the bubble gum kush
& the good OG
Cause we be
Gettin' high den a muthafucka
Im just sitting at the crib
Got my chick with me
Got the dabs for the rig
It ain't no mystery
We got the bubble gum kush
& the good OG
Cause we be
Gettin' high den a muthafucka
Blowin' good gas
Tryna make the times last
I'm just living in the moment
Let the time pass
It's gone leave either way
Im on my own time
I hustle every single day
Cause I need what's mine
I don't want a few M's
I need the whole nine
So I don't really take kindly
To wasted time
I built my line off a dimes
Built a foundation
The shit took a lil min
All I got is patience
Ain't no limit
Where I can take it
So I stay patient
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
To get to you
I know all I gotta do
Is call out
Written by: Delfino Lopez, Joncarlos Orozco, Kevin Maximus Dix, Michael Gian Kochnowicz, Scott Summers
