Dial Tone (Acoustic)
Maybe when I call she won't answer
Stress build inside of me it's growing like a cancer
Hot head lil shawty she built like a dancer
Her firing squad lit me up like a lantern
Her family ring me I'm sadder than Saturn
I should quit pretending, what does it all matter
I follow the rivers but drown in the waters
The weight on my shoulders, I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
Yeah I work just to pay put the pain away
I've seen fathers shun their sons and their daughters
Born into nothing they're lambs to the slaughter
Born into nothing they're lambs to the slaughter
Will I chase or will I even make these racks
She poking and prodding at my heart feel like I'm in the labs
My day to day is so mundane
Your questions and answers they always the same
Need to focus on my frame of mind
Distain of mine
Never found one to entertain my kind
Nowadays I tell a bitch to wait in line
Tryna push this music shit so hard but I barley get the time
Wishing in fountains
Forcing myself to get up like I'm climbing three mountains
Up here so high but no echo, I'm shouting, I'm screaming
Can barley sleep but I've been up all night dreaming
Was looking at convo's deleted
A picture of us, yeah you lied, I conceded
Flame in your lens I could see it
Perfect I thought I could be it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
Maybe when I call she won't answer
Stress build inside of me it's growing like a cancer
Hot head lil shawty she built like a dancer
Her firing squad lit me up like a lantern
Her family ring me I'm sadder than Saturn
I should quit pretending, what does it all matter
I follow the rivers but drown in the waters
The weight on my shoulders, I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
Oh
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Stress build inside of me it's growing like a cancer
Hot head lil shawty she built like a dancer
Her firing squad lit me up like a lantern
Her family ring me I'm sadder than Saturn
I should quit pretending, what does it all matter
I follow the rivers but drown in the waters
The weight on my shoulders, I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
Yeah I work just to pay put the pain away
I've seen fathers shun their sons and their daughters
Born into nothing they're lambs to the slaughter
Born into nothing they're lambs to the slaughter
Will I chase or will I even make these racks
She poking and prodding at my heart feel like I'm in the labs
My day to day is so mundane
Your questions and answers they always the same
Need to focus on my frame of mind
Distain of mine
Never found one to entertain my kind
Nowadays I tell a bitch to wait in line
Tryna push this music shit so hard but I barley get the time
Wishing in fountains
Forcing myself to get up like I'm climbing three mountains
Up here so high but no echo, I'm shouting, I'm screaming
Can barley sleep but I've been up all night dreaming
Was looking at convo's deleted
A picture of us, yeah you lied, I conceded
Flame in your lens I could see it
Perfect I thought I could be it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
Lighter and gasoline, thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
I thought I could leave it
Maybe when I call she won't answer
Stress build inside of me it's growing like a cancer
Hot head lil shawty she built like a dancer
Her firing squad lit me up like a lantern
Her family ring me I'm sadder than Saturn
I should quit pretending, what does it all matter
I follow the rivers but drown in the waters
The weight on my shoulders, I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
I might need a spotter
Oh
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound of your dial done
I'm sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Sick of the sound
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Crawford
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