The Last Call by Eto Lyrics
[Verse 1: Eto]
This the last call, the bar closin’
Ain’t a stitch that could fix me keep my scars open, heartbroken
They don’t make ‘em the same
Only my kind used to play in the rain, that’s our moment
If I 96 it again, we’ll all get money with no grimey hidden agend’s
The coke’ll be better could give it a ten
And he’ll sit in the pen, spoke with me never the shit we attend
I attend still
Grown folks won’t kill me, my friends will
Been real two in his chest, one in head spill
Leave him, let the coroner scoop him
He never looked back, now he looks forward to shootin’ my nigga
[Verse 2: ETO]
Nobody gave me a hand to help
No helping hands, tell your man I can stand myself
No selling grams
Double life iceman fam
Stay on the lookout for the white van clan
They come to cookout, and throw us all on the grill bo
Taser us down and kick us with the steel toe, for real yo
What you thinkin’ it is
Get caught in the kitchen, won’t make it from the sink to the fridge
You see nobody gave me shit ain’t got a thing I can give
I can only give me to my kids
How they gon’ feel when papi ain’t coming back
And I gotta tell ‘em I got 100 flat
This the last call, the bar closin’
Ain’t a stitch that could fix me keep my scars open, heartbroken
They don’t make ‘em the same
Only my kind used to play in the rain, that’s our moment
If I 96 it again, we’ll all get money with no grimey hidden agend’s
The coke’ll be better could give it a ten
And he’ll sit in the pen, spoke with me never the shit we attend
I attend still
Grown folks won’t kill me, my friends will
Been real two in his chest, one in head spill
Leave him, let the coroner scoop him
He never looked back, now he looks forward to shootin’ my nigga
[Verse 2: ETO]
Nobody gave me a hand to help
No helping hands, tell your man I can stand myself
No selling grams
Double life iceman fam
Stay on the lookout for the white van clan
They come to cookout, and throw us all on the grill bo
Taser us down and kick us with the steel toe, for real yo
What you thinkin’ it is
Get caught in the kitchen, won’t make it from the sink to the fridge
You see nobody gave me shit ain’t got a thing I can give
I can only give me to my kids
How they gon’ feel when papi ain’t coming back
And I gotta tell ‘em I got 100 flat