Last Call Lyrics - J. Cole

Yea, warm up! 

La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa 

Yea, ay yea Fayettenam 

Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, here's to Fayettenam hey 

Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses 

To the sky is, yea this is the last call for alcohol 

This is the "Warm Up" 

Yea, look now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit 

Which if I must say so myself that was a classic 

I never been the type to ride my own coat tail 

But its obvious Im here to stay, a fucking hotel 

I came up, I warmed up! 

The next up, I blow up! 

If you aint peep the trend by now with each rap I go up 

Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded 

But tell me whats a deal when you want to be the greatest? 

So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone 

Wonder if he see it in my eyes Im trying to get the throne 

Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone 

Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time 

Im getting better but wasn't getting younger 

And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder 

But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo 

Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am 

Chorus 

Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, its the Fayettenam hey 

Hey and your glasses and your glasses and your glasses 

This is the last call for alcohol 

This is the warm up! 

So get cha back up off the wall 

Verse 2 

Yea, now may I never slip up or let my grip up 

I know my girl be praying "Lord just keep his pants zipped up!- 

Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make its stiff up, at least give the nigga 

Common sense to wrap his dick up" 

Toast the spliff up, our glasses then sip up, 

We fly past they look up 

They don't last we give up 

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They don't blast we clip up then empty 

And indeed we hit the target yea these niggas think they the shit and they aint even farted yet 

Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback 

My office is forreal ah fuck sack, niggas getting coffin in the Ville 

Way too often and it feels wrong 

New York Niggas fuck with me I got em singing Ville songs 

I guess its only right cuz we grew up singing they shit 

BIG shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit 

Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats 

A slim nigga making bold statement 

Ay J. Cole how you do that there?-I hear you blowing up my nigga 

Im like, true that yea, 

In NY but smile everytime I flew back there 

That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there 

I go home been so long they saying, "you back here?- 

Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here" 

Don't do that! Yo who that? 

He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it 

Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, im finna travel to the reps blow the whistle on me 

I got a whole fuckig city that's just sitting on me 

But yea it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that 

Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops 

They aint give it all they got so they flop 

So hey watch, how Im finna take their spot 

Now im starring and they not-let me show you how to stay hot 

I play not man Im killing em' even your idols feeling em' dog 

The same nigga who used to chill in the mall 

While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap 

The hero fighting villians just to put the Ville on the map 

Now I am 

Now I am, hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them, here's to Fayettenam hey 

Hey and raise your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky and. 

This is the last call for alcohol 

(Talking) 

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