Call Me

[Intro]
Ay, damn man
Sounds so right, don't it?
What's up, world?
I go by the name of Mack Lovat
And I been at this a while, man
It's just been a grind, yo
But you know what, man?
It's all been worth it, yo
I mean real talk
I just want everybody listening out there
To get ready for years of good music

[Hook]

[Verse 1]
Pretty girls, really pretty girls
Los Angeles is a really pretty world
And I really like the girls in Europe
The Germans get their furs in
When it's so cold in Berlin
Burr, and in Paris
The worst is
Her purse is lurkin'
Hermes, for certain
You bet she workin'
That magic, Merlin
Magic like Earvin
Ballin'
Like Compton, no Perkins
Compton like Kendrick Lamar, no Persians
Damn, but I'm down to the Turkish
So I ran through, I rack and I surface
Istanbul, Constantinople
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Like I am a local
Goddamn, but baby no apologies
I'm in town for one night
Come on down and follow me
Just tomorrow don't be calling me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Damn, do you even know what swag is?
If you a nine, you should find a paper bag, bitch
If you a nine, then you way below my average
Fucking Angelinas, man, I'm swagging Mr. Brad Pitt
That's it
Baby, do it like a psycho
Do it like a white ho
Back it up like typos
Then she beat it like she's Michael
Cleopatra, Cairo
Indian, let's jai ho
My flow is making girls feel delirious
Or at least that's what my theory is
On why they calling me and thinking this is serious
Tell they'll be right by my side
And all the time, like serious?
Like I thought this was an obvious
One night stand, even if you was the naughtiest
I hit it and quit it while getting shitted
Just a college kid
In the Big Apple and I'm big enough to bob for it
So next time you call me
We should call it quits

[Hook]