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Late nights missed call feeling kinda off
Left me hanging no reply feelin like I'm lost
Digits in my phone but you never hit my boss
Radio silence wondering where they fuckin fall
No call back, just echoes in the silence,
Left me waiting, patience on its last alliance.
Voicemail empty, like the motha fuckin science
Guess the fuckin hard way, dont call my clients
Read receipts telling tales of a message
My heart on read, now it's stuck in the trenches
Thoughts racing, wondering whats wrong,
No callback, just the lyrics of a song.
I dial your number, like a dead line,
Missed connections, im lost cause she mine
Echoes at the station we runnin back in time
Now I'm stranded, wearin calvin fuckin klein
No call back, just echoes in the silence,
Left me waiting, patience on its last alliance.
Voicemail empty, like the motha fuckin science
Guess the fuckin hard way, dont call my clients
Closing chapters, deleting the history,
No callbacks its just a mystery.
Moving forward, learning from the hickory
In this silent story, you don't see my injury
Aye!
Fading away, like a distant sound,
No callbacks, just echoes around.
Moving forward, no looking bound
In this silent story, don't call the clown
Disconnected, like a signal lost,
Counting the moments, paying the boss
Voices in my head, like jack frost
No callbacks, cause im hella fuckin crossed
Lost in vex like a coded text,
Wishing for a callback, what comes next?
Silent signals, he always wanna flex
In this quiet storm, you don't call me west
No call back, just echoes in the silence,
Left me waiting, patience on its last alliance.
Voicemail empty, like the motha fuckin science
Guess the fuckin hard way, dont call my clients
Messages read, like a book untouched,
The bridge always burn he gotta fix the clutch.
Dialing your number, like a dead fuckin gut
No callbacks, just a message in his blunt
Signal lost, in the digital maze,
A silent chapter, stuck in the daze
No callbacks, just a motha fuckin phrase
In his fuckin mirror, she always get her way
No call back, just echoes in the silence,
Left me waiting, patience on its last alliance.
Voicemail empty, like the motha fuckin science
Guess the fuckin hard way, dont call my clients
Closing chapters, deleting the history,
No callbacks its just the mystery.
Moving forward, learning from the hickory
In this silent story, you don't see my injury
Aye!
Fading away, like a distant sound,
No callbacks, just echoes around.
Moving forward, no looking bound
In this silent story, don't call the clown
Aye

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