Still can't call your name Oh, I still can't call your name Somebody got time for me? Last time I checked it's been too long Since you've been gone away, very far from me In my wildest dreams I sang your song In every places that I go Every roses that I touch It's always you, yeah But I still can't call your name Oh, I still can't call your name Still I don't want to hear your name 'Cause I still can't call your name Would you believe it? "Tu me manques de temps en temps" That's somethin' you used to say You took cool pictures of me and kept it all for you Photographic eyes, you got them for free Stoned and barely awake White t-shirt, dark pinky eyes Dry lips, you'd whisper my name But I still can't call your name Oh, I still can't call your name Still I don't want to hear your name 'Cause I still can't call your name I've been up, work my ass today I've been growing so much, and I took my time to say that I Still can't call your name I took a long proper nap today Staying grounded, took the year out, cut my hair and say that I Still can't call your full name I don't know why No, I don't know why No, I don't, I don't, I don't know why Would you believe it? (À chaque fois que tu m'embrasses) (Tu préfères toujours la lèvre supérieure) Would you believe all of it? (Et ton souffle, ça change le rythme) Yeah (J'aime bien la façon dont tu marches quand t'es bourré) (Et la façon dont tu me dis mon nom) Je ne peux toujours pas (mais des fois tu deviens si cruel quand tu te regardes) Dire ton nom (et tu me dis tout le temps que tu me détestes en vrai) Je ne peux pas (mais en vrai, c'est parce que tu l'aimes trop) Je ne peux toujours pas (et ces jeans déchirés que tu portes) Dire ton nom (comment tu l'enlèves) Je ne peux pas, tu me manques de temps en temps

I'll still be missing you just as long as the sun shines through No matter what I do I'll still be missing you I talked myself when I walked out your door Don't look back you don't need her anymore Out there somewhere a new world you walk by So walk away and leave the rest of time But I'll still be missing you just as long as the sun shines through Pretending that I'm not blue I'll still be missing you Try to find someplace to hide where I can ease you from my mind But no matter what I do I'll still be missing you What a fool I was to think that I could leave away of life already built in me Now all those times that used to seem so bad I know now where the best I've ever had Cause I'll still be missing you just as long as the sun shines through No matter what I do I'll still be missing you

I'm in the kitchen, I'm cooking and mixing And fixing the sauces, and I'll call you back Running around in the city, I'm running, I like it I'm busy, so I'll call you back Flipping the switches and bitches come witness That you're in your feelings, and I'll call you back Never the life of the party but I'll get it started This business and I'll call you back It's business, we've been this It's business, we've been this, and I'll call you back It's business, it's business It's business, it's business, and I'll call you back It's business, we've been this It's business, we've been this, and I'll call you back It's business, it's business It's business, it's business, and I'll call you Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back And I'll call you back, back, back, back, back Back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back...

Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around (yeah) If niggas get to fuckin' around Respect come from admiration and fear You can admire me if you can catch one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry, I'm built for this mentally That's why I'm the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now, nigga, I'll be the end of you Forget ya enemies and think of what'cha friends'll do I drop a bag off, then let a mag off The Heckler & Koch'll tear half of your ass off I'm not for the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint a picture wit' words, you can see when I shine Put my back on the wall, nigga, watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around Where I'm from, death is always in the air homie Nana love me, so you know she say my prayers for me I come creepin' through the hood wearin' Teflon Hit the corners motherfuckers get left on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me, I fill ya back wit' MAC rounds Ask 'Preme, nigga, 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line, boy, I'ma air your ass out Screw ya face at me, I wan' know what that's 'bout Nigga, I know you ain't mad, I done came up And if you are, fuck you 'cause I ain't change up The O.G.'s wanna talk, but I don't know these niggas And I ain't did no business wit' 'em, I don't owe these niggas A minute of my time, I get it 'cause I grind All across the globe like the world's mine, yeah Oh, don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around (Konvict) Now tell me, have you ever looked up at an instance And seen a MAC aimin' at'cha head, mayne? Before you know what life is flashin' and reminiscin' Your body is drippin' and full of lead, mayne I done been there, I done cocked that It ain't never been a question, I'm 'bout that Don't go there, you can cock that And if you plan to fuck around then reroute that You'll never catch me ridin' around on these streets Without a couple metal pieces under my feet Fully automatic weapons and loaded wit' dumb-d's Stashed up under the carpet like a can of Seabreeze 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I will kill, dip and hide on these niggas 50 don't make me ride on these niggas 'Cause I'll be long gone like the Ripper So don't even look at me wrong when I come through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will if I got to kill If niggas get to fuckin' around If niggas get to fuckin' around