Lyrics:
touchdown
Can't we be?
I've got contacts in my book and in my eyes
My good connection on the telephone never lies
Have we got contact
You and me?
looked up their number
In the Phone book
When they came back the next day
I had the manager's name
So I said
Take me to your feeder
They took me
to Dilla
Everything's good
Rubbin' on yo chin sippin gin, Margiela brand chinchilla
Everything's good
My manager backpack packed with packs of cigarillos
the manager pissed as hell
I mean where's the line between Donnie G and Gambino?
He hang with girls like he Lena, but needed some time to re up
Tequila in
hide the deepest desires and wear a mask like a lucha-
Door open, we were smoking in the hotel
The vapors went through the hallway, the manager pissed
Round, round, round, round, round
Picking up the phone book, is it really true
Never really called back, is it really you
All you never did, just never
the consequences of a broader connection
So if a cell phone tower on an island falls
Can’t nobody make the call
Did it ever really happen at all
You throw your phone
Like what you read in that book of matches
Dial the number, day or night
Make the connection, but the catch is
She looks wrong, but she’s all right
around the world and still rocking a flip phone
Hip hop to the death, two-stepping in every zip code
Pull up in the lot without my [??]
Bitch we
`BOUT THE PLACES YOU SEE THROUGH YOUR MOBILE PHONE
THERE`S NO CONNECTION
I`LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND
JUST CALL THE MANAGER
COS` I NEED TO CHECK MY
like about a million times
That shit was nice
So nice, you know I've been thinking
We should call Chuck D on the
Phone right now and ask him what goes
want to call me phone and try to book me
Shit is getting very scary very spooky
Hit the pen a couple times look where it took me
They thought I was
where he works part time at a book store,
then Mike in LA see's Anna Delane and he hides in the back of the book store,
then Anna Delane asks the manager
In the theoretic that I have lost it all
I’ll leave it all behind let my connections fall
Factory reset my phone and change my number
Book a flight
This one's won drink panadol
They can’t stop me test me
No ask my address unless na btc address
Please don’t call my phone
Unless you won book me for
I would book the next flight out
But would you take that risk
Cuz it's been three years now and you still miss
And everyone knows that
You're two
easy have to cool down
for me sunday is a glorious day
nah matter what producers or my manager ah say
I just get one of my book and go back inna
mind
You're still repeating pre-recorded things
They used to say in universities
And books on left wing politics and law
About underlying structures
wanna take pictures with me (she do)
She want my number, told her book me through my manager (ho)
Burner phone when I slide, I'm not an amateur (nope)
Spend too much time on your phone
Fall in love with your best friends boyfriend
Fall in love with your best friend
Download Tinder but only use it
night shift without fighting
Almost smacked my manager, why I ain't like him
But lemme chill
Lemme not, go viking
Thirsty lil nigga chill boy get a sprite
on the microphone
and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome
Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove
Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove
Hurdle fences, better score card off the benches
Numbers are off the books cuz it's tax free in the trenches
We're just going through the times
swear down, I'ma be the number one for ages
The fat dumb judge took a look at me and threw the book at me
Told me what I couldn't be and what I wouldn't
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