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Call Me Sir
Train; Cam; Travie McCoy
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When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
Northern California, same old Friday night
Pretend to be invisible underneath these city lights
Then I met my baby, felt like I struck gold
Now they treat me like royalty everywhere I go
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody
Calls me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I ain't goin' nowhere unless he's there with me
Because I don't stand in line no more, admission's always free
He could break the law, he could break your heart in two
But I promise that you won't care when he smiles at you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
When I ride by myself, I don't ever get no help
But when I roll up with her, everybody calls me "Sir"
No matter how long I stay, they never ever know my name
But when I walk in with her, everybody calls me "Sir" (come on)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (uh-ha)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (come on, hey, Pat)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh (yo)
(Something about it man, she make me feel like a billion bucks, bruh)
(It's Trav', yo, yeah) oh, oh, oh, oh
Every time we hit the streets, it's like a world premier
She makes me feel like Sia swinging from that chandelier
(Went from) marginally famous to the top of the A-list
And just for future reference, here's a tip Mr. Belvedere
Never judge a book by its cover (no)
And never judge an ugly duckling by his mother (uh-uh)
Before a prince got kissed, her lips granted his wish
It's just a sad world when your net worth (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Determines your lover (so sad)
What would I ever do without you? Huh?
I probably wouldn't have a clue without you
But one thing's for sure is when I pull up with her
Don't refer to me as Travie, you can, you can
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (whoa, oh)
(What would I ever do without you? What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
(What would I ever do without you? What would I ever do without you?)
Call me "Sir," oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
(What would I ever do without you?) Oh, oh-oh, oh
Call me "Sir"
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