Call In Sick / Reflection

Call in Sick / Reflection

Call in Sick

2024 08 09 Song 964

Voice
D-Lin (Synthesizer V)

Lyrics
Jego

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“Echoes of Loss" is a ballad that traverses the poignant landscape of grief and remembrance. Through gentle melodies and reflective lyrics, the song captures the lingering presence of a beloved companion who has passed away. This song is a heartfelt tribute to the enduring connections that continue to shape us, long after our loved ones have departed.

Echoes of Loss

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[Intro]
(Gibberish)
[Chorus]
Yuh, highly!
Love for the game, highly.
Boy, don’t fuck around with my team.
Niggas falling out for none, but I’m on the run.
Love for the fun — yeah, that’s love for the game.
Racks falling out, don’t pick it up, don’t play that game.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.

[Bridge]
Love, highly.
Back up, stay out my range.
This nigga talking highly — he must think that I’m playing.
What? No way —
This nigga think I’m playing.
That boy keep talking ’bout money,
Know he well out of range.

[Verse]
Go get your luck up.
When they try bring you down, it’s fuck everybody, nigga.
Roll with all my niggas, tryna build a figure.
Nigga, you talk but you linger — why you around us, nigga?
Can I get lucky and gain a visual of my faith?
Can I flip this lil page? A nigga stuck in the cage.
And I ain’t rhyming for nothing — I want that love and that fame.
It’s all the same. Every day is the same.
It’s enough for me, and it’s enough for us.
And I ain’t had that hard of a life, so I don’t gotta fuss.
But if I make it, man, I’ll say hallelujah.
And with a big ol’ car, I’ll say hallelujah.

[Chorus]
Yuh, highly!
Love for the game, highly.
Boy, don’t fuck around with my team.
Niggas falling out for none, but I’m on the run.
Love for the fun — yeah, that’s love for the game.
Racks falling out, don’t pick it up, don’t play that game.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.
Love, highly.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.
Racks, baby, all on top of me — don’t gotta say it.

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