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call me ace - résumé lyrics

[intro]
truth be told
they act like they know
but if i’m honest bro
yooo

[verse 1]
i ain’t here for no career man
i’m just tryna squeeze some cream like cashiers fam
less concerned ‘bout these accolades and peers man
just makin’ sure my baby get to see another year man
white collar worker speakin’ code like engineers can (hah!)
boss wanna know (what?)
if i had to be sincere then which one of these would go (hmm)
told the woman i’m only interested in bein’ her report
translation – this my business what you finna get me caught (hah!)
got a show in oakland packed out gotta dip out after four (woop!)
finalize the details with management ‘fore i perform
thank the lord, got my wifey and her ladies at the door (ayy)
big homie playin’ security don’t make him use the force (blao!)
trailblazin’ my own forest hopin’ i don’t pay for it
promoter want me at his show he mad that i won’t pay for it
airplane mode boy i need my own airport
for now i’m givin’ you my all cause i know you here for it (ayy)

[chorus]
come look at my resume
you know i got what you need, i got what you need
yea i got what you need, i got what you need
you know i got what you need, i got what you need
i been grindin’ for a while now
cause you got what i need, you got what i need
ooh you got what i need, you got what i need
i said you got what i need, you got what i need

[verse 2]
let me break it down
what’s all the calamity? (what?)
all i really want is life liberty and sanity (please)
travel spread the good news and spend time with family (yes)
instead i spend a hundred of my hours every week
too slammed to speak
i feel the pressure but no luxury for panicking (nah)
gotta stay composed cause everybody here examines me (ahh!)
open up to who? ain’t no one here that’s understandin’ me (nah)
prospective candidates want me to open candidly (hmm)
i tell ‘em “life is vanity” (hah!)
faced with my mortality when workin’ after dark (yea)
questionin’ my whole existence man where do i even start?
ain’t no amount of cash could buy back all this time that i had lost (nah)
with my loved ones and my dead ones and my ones that’s lost in court (lord!)
i’m just sittin’ here in this office chair grapplin’ my thoughts
dear sir or madam – i don’t really care ‘bout your report (no)
food for thought, high grade, i ain’t here, astronaut
i fear only you, talk to me
that’s to god (woop!)
unh

high grade society
you should know by now

- call me ace lyrics

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