Calez

Calez - Take Away lyrics

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I was riding with a good thing

Had a cigarette and some change

She grew up out in Maine

Ebony was her name

Yeah, I met her on the plane

Rode the clouds in her name

But what she didn’t understand

She helped me take away the pain

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

You helped me take away the pain

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

I bet you know the name is Calez

Better know it, flow on life as a rod

You should know where to go if winter should fall

I drink and party up hard, should’ve did it, I know it

I could’ve did it, I blow it all the time, man, you know it

If everybody in this house could understand my posture

Understand my reason why I keep fucking with Tasha

Life’s stripping, it’s dishes and Ciroc

She get off the juice like, “Oh, don’t tell my mama”

She get off the juice like, “Can you call a doctor?”

She be getting crazy, though, way you living proper

It be seeming crazy, though, you be helicopter

I give it all today but all they ever wanna do is

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

And if you found me I guess you found love

Some mantras and weed, a drug for a drug

An eye for an eye, a hug for a hug

Is there heaven for a G? I hope we get a plug

I hope we get a plug

Damn, who we get the plug to?

Gotta watch your back ‘cause niggas snakes, they’d probably mug you

One minute it’s love and the next minute it’s “fuck you”

Put me on the list to hit the club, I’m talking plus two

Hut one, hut two, bitches in the hurdle

See you making moves, now everybody discuss you

Bitches wanna fuck but all they do is discuss you, man

I got so many hoes I could make a whole puddle

Man, I got so many hoes I could make a whole other you

So what’s your logic? Report your knowledge

Walking fresh in this bitch with the new-formed posies

No room for shoes, all them skeletons that sit in your closet room

To improve, that ain’t what a thug would do

Tell you the truth, probably need a hug or two

And even though you treat me like a fucking scrub, you knew

That it was love each day even though I know you wanna

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

Take away, take away, take away, take away, take away

Bitch!

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