Call List

Yeah, Afta Hill
(Yeah)

I've been (I've been)
You've been (You've been)
On my call list
My phone on 5% it's 'bout to die (Ooo)
Chauffeur man won't you turn around this ride
Unfinished business lingers on my mental

Drop the window, won't you tell me how you been though
Wife and kids good, driver man I'm stuck in limbo
I need a new perspective on my life
I've been alright will survive
But will I, but will I?

I've been (I've been)
You've been (You've been)
On my call list
My phone on 5% it's 'bout to die
Chauffeur man won't you turn around this ride
Unfinished business lingers on my mental

What's the point of all these instrumentals
If I can't even catch a fucking- catch a fucking tempo
They're killing innocent people I'm a witnessing it
I know you ain't my psychologist but I need some assistance

(It's just like head and shoulders above anyone else)
Are you telling me?
(Anyone who ever told you you weren't...)Well
I'm no therapist sir
But it sounds like you got some things on your mind
(I do I do)
And (I do I do)
I think you should just get it all out, you know?
I get it off for them
I get it off for them
I get it off for them
I get it off for them (Tell em' the truth)

I'm feeling like Kobe was taken to early
I'm feeling like all of this fear is their motive
I'm feeling like media lying is only a feeling of normalcy
Another day gone and I'm feeling like social ain't shareable
Taggable, wearable
I need a hymn or a parable but God isn't answering anymore
Cancelling people ain't helping the people
Answer anger with anger is feeble
Echoing echoing echoing chambers
Infested with strangers that fed the same thing
And I've never been close to a person of difference
Rather feel pain, over ignorance
Rather the process of growth over influence
Rather speak truth than make money and stick to it
They rather chase any trends for the minute
Use their influence to get more position
Use their influence to wetty these bitches
Use their influence for money and pictures
And that be the shit on my mind for a minute
That be the shit on my mind but forget it
I guess I'll survive for a motherfucking minute
I guess I'll survive til I'm 90 whatever (No)

(You've been on my call list) Matter fact
Pull the motherfucking car over
(My phone on 5%) Right here sir?
Right here (It's bout to die) Aight
Goodluck
See you soon
(Welcome)



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Writer(s): 0, Albrecht Lange
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