Remeberin' Big Daddy JC's Day by All Time Low

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A nigga woke up from trippin'

And laced up his kicks

Started struttin' his way past

Two in da am

He ain't been clean fo days

Leaning now into da breeze

Remeberin' big daddy JC's day

He dropped to his knees

Dey had breakfast togetha

But two mcgrittles dont last like da feelin Of what he needs

Now dis place seems familiar ta him

Dat hoe pulled on his hand wit a devilish grill

Dat hoe led him up da stairs

She led him up dem stairs

Left a nigga dying to get in

Excuse me iz be tryna find

My booty call

Im callin' at night

I dun mean to be a bother but

Have you seen dis hoe?

She been runnin' all up in my dreams

And nigga, it driving me crazy

It seems imma ask her to be my boo

Even though that hoe dont believe in ludd

He's gon' call her out on her damn lies

Niggas cant deny these butterflies

Dat be filling all up in his intestinal area

Waking the residential homies

Unfamiliar mug shots

He pleadz

Oh he be tryin'

But theze niggas all deny

Now that niggas dyin ta get in

Excuse me iz be tryna find

My booty call

Im callin' at night

I dun mean to be a bother but

Have you seen dis hoe?

She been runnin' all up in my dreams

And nigga, it driving me crazy

It seems imma ask her to be my boo

Residential homies said "she done went And packed her shit"

Oh shit now its rainin

I ain't be think to much of it back den

But itz startin' ta all make sense

OH! I be seein' now

How all dese clouds

Are following me in my desperate Endeavor

To find my boo

Whereva that hoe may be

I aint comin back (forgive me)

I've done suttin' so shitty

I be terrified ta drop a rhyme (I aint calling, I aint calling)

But you'd expect dat from me

I be mixed up, I be bout ta be blunt, now tha drizzle is just (Yo ass is rollin me crazy, I'm)

Washin you outta mah afro n' outta mah mind

Keepin a eye on tha ghetto,

From all kindsa muthafuckin thousandz of feet off tha ground, I be over you now

I be up in da crib up in tha clouds, n' towerin over yo' head

I guess imma go to my crib now...

I guess imma go to my crib now...

I guess imma go to my crib now...

I guess imma go to my crib...

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