Morale – Call My Number Lyrics

All alone in the cold in the storm bee, no love just drama like a soapy

In foster family I was broke in agony, no money no hope was tagging me.

Had nothing but big dreams I had to be, got bursary dropped out with no degree

Parents bailing me school failing me, restless young feisty& knock Kneed.

Asking God why life is mockery, damn girls who laughed at me damn poverty.

Damn teachers that didn’t believe, damn everything success is all I need.

All I need all I need Damn everything success is all I need, All I need all I need

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I got what you need, so call my number

I got what you need, so call my number, yeah I’m a hustler.
High school I had long dreads graduated from the back of the class with da scumbags.

Now I’m big man in the soul mag, in the hype mag, graduated to the drum mag.

Rocking Dolce Gabbana smelling like Paca Rabbana, shouting death before dishonor.

Swaggerlicious you know I’m all crisp, dawg I’m all about dat ass like a flowwit a lisp.

Too fine like a speeding car with no disc, used look down on me now you notice.

Models and don per eon we pop, Models and don per eon we pop, we on top

You can touch, and don per eon we pop, Models and don per eon we pop
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(Lyrics provided by: Morale)