Jordan Paradise - Call It Whatever
Quick with the stepSome shit that I seen in a dream while I slept
It served as a prep
To finding release from this stress on my chest
This shit is a mess
It's beautiful though
I know that I'm blessed
Planning my move every hour it's cool
Writing my songs while I sit by myself
(Oooooo)
Why they tryna' act like this is complicated?
They see me tryna do it
So they gotta hate it
I mighta' took a break
But I contemplated
Is it worth it tryna' make it
So I strive for greatness
I give my all anytime that
I'm on the track
She wanna talk guess I may
Try to call her back
This may be pop or hip hop
Some might call it rap
Never gonna stop flow hot
Cook ya food to ash
I give my all anytime that
I'm on the track
She wanna talk guess I may
Try to call her back
This may be pop or hip hop
Some might call it rap
Never gonna stop flow hot
Cook ya food to ash
Cooking ya food like a skillet
My flow is so cool I'm the illest
The bass could be bumping like Skrillex
Instead keep it simple make room for the lyrics
I'm doing my thing can you feel it
I just heard the beat and I killed it
Daring and brave it's so thrilling
They throwing shade this is food for the spirit
I think that they gonna like this
Done keeping hits like I'm hiding
All of this time been a pilot
Sat in the passenger watching em fly it
Took all my socials off private
Turn on the heat and apply it
Now they all checking the climate
Might think it's hard
But I am just rhymin'
I give my all anytime that
I'm on the track
She wanna talk guess I may
Try to call her back
This may be pop or hip hop
Some might call it rap
Never gonna stop flow hot
Cook ya food to ash
I give my all anytime that
I'm on the track
She wanna talk guess I may
Try to call her back
This may be pop or hip hop
Some might call it rap
Never gonna stop flow hot
Cook ya food to ash
Written by:
Jordan Ruiz
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