The Acro-Brats - Callout lyrics

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The Acro-Brats - Callout lyrics

No point in rollin' with the punches I've been left out of the ring and now you're flyin' off the handle just can't handle anything You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat and I just want to bring each dime that I have paid So call me a waste call me an idiot it's just a taste of what's left behind Yeah, call me out call me a real bad time don't talk your sh**, stuck on me, anymore You'll pull your tricks and slide a hand but now i know i've been a fool and now you're crawling across the floor yeah, best of luck, enjoy the view You measure greatness by the company you keep then how come nobody's waiting back home? So call me a waste call me an idiot it's just a taste of what's left behind Yeah, call me out call me a real bad time don't talk your sh**, stuck on me, anymore No point in rollin' with the punches I've been left out of the ring and now you're flyin' off the handle just can't handle anything You pay your way with tokens stolen from the meat and I just want to bring each dime that I have paid So call me a waste call me an idiot it's just a taste of what's left behind Yeah, call me out call me a real bad time don't talk your sh**, stuck on me, anymore Yeah, call me out call me a real bad time don't talk your sh**, stuck on me, anymore