Don’t Know What to Call It Songtext
von Kevin Gates

I don′t know
Yo down (do you on the track)
I don't know
(Ayo)

I know there′s a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don't know what to call it
I know there′s a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don′t know what
Don't know what to call it, yeah


I hurt so much in the last month
Live everyday like it′s your last one
Can't trust nobody
I′ve been betrayed by everybody around
Cracking jokes, I don't laugh much
For help I never could ask much
If I′m down an out, I get passed up
No one there to be found

This life we know is like a rodeo
Up and down, emotional rollercoaster
Problem solving, ain't hard to cope with
But it's hard to follow rules, I′m the culprit
Easy to talk, and then it′s hard to listen
But the goal I'm chasing ain′t hard to picture
Hurt to see every car I wanted
But behind the wheel I ain't the person in it

The chick I wanted, wanted someone popular
(What′s that?) And I ain't that popular
But now I′m so high, you gon' need binoculars
Now there ain't nothing I don′t picture inside a bar
Bunk bed living had to sleep on top of one
There′s nothing you could do for me
Made it from the bottom to the top
Can't stop my grind, really out my mind, true story


Lemme keep this shit one hunnid (oh)
I don′t know your name (your name)
You don't know my name
And that′s the way I want it
I'ma do my thing
Ain′t gotta explain

I-I, I know there's a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don′t know what to call it (whoo!)
I know there′s a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don′t know what to call it, yeah

Lots of pressure I underwent
Enough to make anyone consider normal clique
Flashing out, having arguments
I'm no longer in bounds
What meets the surface ain′t all you get
Introverts can't be too talkative
Now as my heart place all of it
But usually I wear frowns

Ain′t no sense in my straight pretending
In a room full of people, I pays attention
Steak for dinner, that we provided
Made money in the slum that the street provided
Behind my door, the clutch heat beside it
Out of line, I was taught let it eat somebody
Put the sleeper silence, I'll retreat from by me
If it ain't no profit, you should leave from buying it

Certain things about it won′t change (won′t change)
You out all night but you sleep all day
My pants they sagging below my waist
Lockets filled with Franks
Say I'm whilin′ out way
Love the game, never back out
Cold but it's fair, and it′s fair but it's cold
Sold not told, never trap out

Lemme keep this shit one hunnid
I don′t know your name (your name)
You don't know my name
And that's the way i want it
I′ma do my thing
Ain′t gotta explain

I-I, I know there's a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don′t know what
Don't know what to call it (whoo!)
I know there′s a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don′t know what to call it, yeah

I know there's a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don′t know what to call it (whoo!)
I know there′s a name
Gotta be a name for this shit
I just don't know what
Don′t know what to call it, yeah