Telephone

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VERSE 1

I've been called a bad boyfriend, and even worse Ex
Told put God first and her next
She's the only girl, like Snow White or Smurfette
She's not, I am dating nobody, nobody's perfect
And there's no sure bets, just courage and first steps
We don't talk, got hang-ups and one-word texts
Lessons learned on hurt, discipline
And repair, still need a lot of work, like Michigan('s)
State improves when my Pistons win
Or when I see my sis again
With some friends I call when I'm gettin' bent
Outta shape over, ... wait, fix that
Fit, but no six-pack,
'Cause I won't do sit-ups of give up Big Macs
With Shad, you always get a mixed bag
Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
Healed wounds, and picked scabs
More ups and downs than a Six Flags
Music with a message I lacked after the click, don't...

[CHORUS]

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

VERSE 2

She's so off the hook, but when I'm lettin' go of the telephone,
She goes off the wall, like a hella old centerfold
Should've left the cell at home
We're breaking up, can't hear what she's saying, but I get the tone
Kna'mean? Nah, I've never known
Say you mean well, then how come I'm left alone
When I need help this female won't take my calls
It's like pool, and that's her cue to break my balls
The games we play, replay the same each day
Phone-tag, hide-and-seek with the P.D.A.
Off, I'm on course, like the PGA
Towards the deep sea cave
Where my treasure is kept
Buried like death in depths where I keep me safe
It's just like, ay, keep in touch
Not Close like Glenn, just close enough
But attachment's still there, just never opened up

[CHORUS]

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

VERSE 3

And the bill from my cell is high C-Notes, Wynton Marsalis
Man, why tellers gotta be so selfish
Helpless
Ran outta luck, ran outta minutes on my solo, before I could finish
Don't end this while I'm roaming on the road
Dough low, woken up with a special ring like Frodo
I get the picture, don't upload the photo
I can see you, bold pixels in my mind load in slow-mo
T Lo on the mix, just switch to phono
Grown folks, we be pinnin' hopes but the phone's broke
Disconnected
Just a second
I'm cuttin' out, T Lo, cut the records

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