CAL - That's It

〈Verse 1: CAL〉
Seventeen years in the same style clothes
Seventeen years I've been waiting for some dough
Find my mind will drift real slow
Imma find my grip though the thoughts that I toe
And the love that I owe, I ain’t picking up the phone
Let it ring though while i pull another cone
Seventeen years I'e been living my life with this pain on mind so let’s get stoned ah
My mind can’t find the time to write a rhyme n
No song of mine I like, I hate my kind
I want to find a way to hide my cries
I want to find a way to shine my light tonight

〈Chorus: CAL〉
Hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it
Hating on my sеlf so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it

〈Verse 2: CAL〉
Young cunt, young cunt toking on a fat blunt
Back of the class in maths he was that one
Feeling hella sad coz he just had a bad month
Now he’s kickin' back, fuckin' glad with some mad cunts
Living the dream
Coz he’s smokin the green with his oxy clique and his all black fit
Imma rip till this shit till the pages split
Imma kill my shit
Oxymorons, imma flip bitch

〈Chorus: CAL〉
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it

〈Verse 3: JAY〉
I got
Trauma in my brain, got pain in my heart
Don’t wanna be the same so I’m making a path
I spray for the art, ain’t blazing a dart
Stayed caged in the dark, I’ve escaped now at last
Old man’s head on a young man’s shoulders
Thought now I’m bulking that I’d stop sulking
I take a breath, just me and the cold wind
I’m all in when called to win
Believe the wild cat boltin'
Scared that I’ll be at the final lap; halted
Think it’s my fault and, I can’t fault it
Thinkin' bout all the times I got scolded
Wishing I couldn’t hold it in
'Cause now I'm trapped in this dumb box
CAL, Craig and Austin riding round screaming “Fuck Cops”
If I got one shot I won’t duck down
But imma fuck around till the gun pops
JAY

〈Chorus: CAL x JAY〉
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it
Hating on my self so you don’t need to diss
Oxy clique ain’t fucking with your stick
Living with a strap on the side of my hip
Quick flip on your switch, if you fuck around that’s it

Cal Shapiro “CAL” is an American singer who is known for being part of the music duo Timeflies with producer Rob Resnick since 2010.

Now he’s going solo
With hits as “So Cal” and “AFU”
He is making his mark.