Pen Pals

I peeped your phone call
I let the phone ring
On the account of all this pain that my phone bring
Gave you more real estate than Dennis Rodman's nose ring
And now you need more space? You like a dope fein
And now you back but shit I'm out of patience
Every time I told you how I felt you steady switching up the conversation
I gotta say the feeling's not amazing
So this is it ain't no contemplation
I really don't wanna leave
But it seems I have no other choice
I got a weakness that you love to exploit
I know I said I would wait
But I really think you missing the point
I'm hypnotized by the sound of your voice
That's the reason I been letting shit slide steady getting annoyed
This that shit I really tried to avoid
Because I ain't even trying to play with you
Because I ain't a toy
And these haters can't keep up with the boy

I still pray for you
Even though I don't got nothing else to say to you
I really had dreams of hopping in a wraith with you
Get a crib
Filling up the safe with you
And if you don't believe me now then you never will
Got no more gas to hold you up because my pedal still
And now all I'm trying to do is get a couple mill
Like it's a done deal
Hella backwood smoke up in my apartment
Depression at an all time high look what you started
I tried to play that role but it's really not my department
Like what I gotta pay for attention?
What you charging?
Because I don't get it
You call then we don't speak for a month
I ain't with it
Then you come back as soon as you see me running up digits
I told you what it was
And I told you my position
So it's you that needs to be specific

Saint
Straight Up