Kembe X – Commas lyrics

[Chorus]
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma

[Verse 1]
Wrist hurt, taking risks, fuck a whisper, uh
Vibe right, 'fit on flick, take a picture, uh
Please don't touch mic after me, I promise it's burnt up
Swear that life a bitch, but when I'm sleep, I miss her, uh
Damn I'm a king, talking tip-top echelon
This shit effortless, forever on, I'm never wrong
Let my nuts hang, nigga, you should put a pair on
Definitely heaven-sent, but I'ma make it hell for 'em
Coming from the middle, I seen both sides, oh my
Little kids with pistols, little kids with coke lines
Tryna solve the riddle, done lost one of my bro lives
Lost another in a car, shit, I broke down both times
Reckless kids with nothing to do, uh
Reckless kids with nothing to lose, uh
Reckless kids with a lot on our chest
Steady dealing with stress
But sometimes we forget that

[Chorus]
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma

[Verse 2]
Ooh, I feel it in the room, promise you God movin'
Knew my time was coming since Dark Fantasy, Odd Future
Russian hurricane, monsoon how I'm moving
Treat the block like a fucking zoo when we ride through it
Running after what I used to run from, term the come-up
Made an escalator out of quicksand in the summer
Pow, I'm rocking, scorching sun over the desert in the summer
Like Sahara, I'm the tortoise, finna show you how to one-up
Me and God chop it up like all day
Had beef with my old girl, I look like Salt Bae
Now it's love and blessings for whenever we cross ways
Be acting like it's cool but emotions is always
Caught up in my feelings had me missing what the mission was
Worries all up in our hair, that's how they condition us
In the lab like Rick and Morty, cloudy all my members up
With Malcolm, Martin, granny, tell my mama don't forget this one

[Chorus]
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
God calling, mama calling
Dollar calling, karma calling
Diamond necklace collar calling
Promise I been problem solving
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma
Comma, comma, comma need
Comma, comma, comma