Lyrics:
Phone by the cash register
Quarter in your pocket
Miles away but you can't call home
No, you can't call home
Home is where you are [2x]
Miles away,
if it's nothing more than one night
Mess me up, call my phone
Say you're on your way cause girl you know I can't say no
Mess me up, cause I want you
Don't call my phone for the last time
We fell asleep on the FaceTime
Now it's the end of the road by the wayside!
I think It was better this way though
probably lookin' at you (at you)
I can phone Tre for the smokey I would never call her boo (her boo)
I got three names tryna pre-lowkey, I'm not any dude
seems to be our favorite hobby
Saying that i love you but that shit is looking spotty
And by saying just because then my problems are without me
Funny
Couldn't believe it I thought I was tweakin
Call 911 bet these niggas are sleepy
Cut to the chase now them niggas was bleeding
Wonder if people don't have
wishin you were here cuz my mama ain't home
should i call?
(call me)
should i call?
(call me)
sittin at home
thinkin by the phone
wishin you were here cuz
been in a real bad state
Call Texas my home, see that shit on my face
The longer I'm gone, The longer I stay
Good times are coming, you just gotta wait
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
her, her sweet good thing a call
Oh, she'll hear, oh, oh
The phone keeps right on ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing
are obedient;
Crabs ain't naythin' but gumbo ingredients.
Steadily gettin' dip, addin' dogs to the roster.
What d'you call a ugly Crip?
What?
At 3am you blowing up my phone girl
You only trying to fuck when you Ain't sober
When you ain't sober
I think this over yeah
(I think it's over yeah)
Okay, it's like three in the morning
You hit my phone say you're horny
You keep on fussing and fighting, you all in your feelings, just say how you
him
A&R's always want to take advantages
Find a poor kid, sell him on a fantasy
But I've always been way above the average
That's why nobody else can
manage him
A&R's always want to take advantages
Find a poor kid, sell him on a fantasy
But I've always been way above the average
That's why nobody
that sounds so getable
I see dreams as optimal
I seize things that are impossible
No easy way through an obstacle
Just breathe deep through your
Your honor he is guilty, but we don’t call it sin
He sealed his fate at six years when he let Luke Kelly in
Before he knew of punk rock he could sing
Guess how he get to wear his crown
But his hands are shaking the walls are breakin
And one day they will all fall down
Sometimes its better that way
Oh
It's real out here
like no one understands sometimes
People can really see what's going on
Like people are just, just going mad in front
She text me like "you still up?"
And I said "yeah girl"
Can we talk? Can you listen?
Put your phone down stop, pay attention
Did I break your heart
I’m In a trance
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals
profit
Got me a win and that's all that they seen, but I took some big losses
This for the n**** that said he was gon get in my way, next day like R
a phone and call
Strangers are no help at all
The poor girl must be scared and crying
Yeah sure man her friend's a guy
She's sitting there making goo goo
got in the way
Crazy we not even twins
But I ain’t never missed a bday
But that was mom and dad’s fault
They was rushing I dunno why
Mama probably
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