Lyrics of 'Last Call (feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H., Sho Baraka & Propaganda)' by BenJah

We've been out forty days straight
Party every night of the week
Same old thing, death it brings, yeah
I don't know I don’t know why
Only brings pain in my life
Same old thing, death it brings
You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?
It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

Yeah
Go and get it, sky high
Strange clouds all around, sky miles
Frequent flyer, with no rewards
Always drifting off course like a divorce
Chasing after every shadow
Empty promise everywhere we go
Oh Lord, where did I go wrong?
Hear my cry, Lord hear my psalm
I'm broken, my sin is before me, ever before me
Restoring all my broken pieces, Lord please redeem us

We've been out forty days straight
Party every night of the week
Same old thing, death it brings, yeah
I don't know I don’t know why
Only brings pain in my life
Same old thing, death it brings
You hear 'em saying, "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?
It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

Last call, you love the Cris
Your favorite rapper's the person you always want to be
They laughing to the bank, it's cracked up to be
The kind of life that you covet, with all the luxuries
Smoke is in the air, it's all smoke and mirrors
They claim they on the throne, its just a folding chair
You focused on appearance, they spend their whole careers
Trying to prove that the grass is much greener over there
So how they keep it selling?
I guess it's cheap to buy it
The consequence is expensive but its a sleeping giant
Life, Jesus teaching us how to redefine it
The finest moments approaching hold up the beat is silent

We've been out forty days straight
Party every night of the week
Same old thing, death it brings, yeah
I don't know I don’t know why
Only brings pain in my life
Same old thing, death it brings
You hear 'em sayin', "Last call," ahh, can’t you see I'm ready to go home?
It's last call, ahh, time's up now let's go home

This is just a cycle of a psycho and his idols
Trying to earn a name but in the end it's just a title
Brother you need revival, brother you need the Bible
That fast lane is real, that speeding will get you killed
That highway to heaven ain't getting any closer
Plus your swag expired- homie, pull over
You're going ninety in a forty, drive slower
You got the right to remain silent until sober

It sounds silly but we gon it again next week
Cousin, this type of partying could possibly make your neck weak
But I ain't here to judge, I just say consider
I don't blame the drugs, I don't blame the liquor
I'm just saying that real life is inescapable
And we are all incapable of drowning these woes
So when the bubbly's lifted, every things done up in it's season
But the difference between me and them is we party for good reasons

I'm broken
Restoring