Call Me
Call me, Call me, Call me
Catch me in the coolest discotheque
Drinking with crippled vets
Pretending to be an architect
Depressed narcissist
Smacking deaf retarded chicks
Jacking off in cardigans
To see how big my arm will get
So that's your daughter? Shit
She looks like she been sucking dick
In make up, push-up bras
Sipping off Starbucks lids
And I ain't start this shit
But now I'm dropping bombs again
To put these whack
Trash-ass, rap acts in garbage bins
A rhyme spitter
A behind splitter
Splittin' Phillies up
I rap but I can't say —
So these motherfucking kids
Wanna thump some hard shit
I swallow each rap verse
I'm a starving artist
That's broke siphoning gas
Shove a knife in the back
Of Billie Eilish's ass
Come back and widen the gash
Think of the life that I've had
I'm counting nine like a cat
I think I've died too many times
I get too high to be sad
Call me, Call me, Call me
These pussies walking the world
Crying that life ain't fair
I grew a pair
Went and dyed my hair
Took off my skiddy underwear
And a birthday suit's
What I'm rocking now
DM with them first grade boobs
Bird chest, skinny arms
Got my beer belly bulging
My mama calling my phone
Saying I need some consulting
Counseling sessions, bitch
Fuck I've been through it all
So why the fuck
Can't y'all just leave me alone
So I'm constantly at home
Scribbling these nonsense
Schizophrenic phrases
Spitting out my mouth quick
Slit throats, trench coats
Teachers, a school coach
And thirty dead students
Gettin' eaten by cockroaches
Cocked and loaded
Bullets sprayin', bodies laying
Topless ladies shaking asses
Laughin', somebody save me
I'm going crazy, I'm manic
I'm frantic, panic an ant trapped
Inside of a maze, bump into walls
While I'm pacing in it
Call me, Call me, Call me
I call her phone
And follow her home
Swallow our whole conversation alone
While gettin' stoned
Sick of breaking apart
I cover up how I feel
I'm tellin' women I feel nothing
They know that ain't real
I'm thinking bout' grabbing steel
And shooting bullets in head
These motherfuckers pissed off
I always rap about death
Always depressed
Deep cavernous cracks inside my chest
That expand in cold weather
Till' they shatter with stress
All these cess bags smoked
Choked throat under rope
I'm suffocating on tongue
So I never speak under oath
I wanna call this bitch tonight
And say exactly what's on mind
Don't mind me, baby
Imma make you feel alright
Call me
Catch me in the coolest discotheque
Drinking with crippled vets
Pretending to be an architect
Depressed narcissist
Smacking deaf retarded chicks
Jacking off in cardigans
To see how big my arm will get
So that's your daughter? Shit
She looks like she been sucking dick
In make up, push-up bras
Sipping off Starbucks lids
And I ain't start this shit
But now I'm dropping bombs again
To put these whack
Trash-ass, rap acts in garbage bins
A rhyme spitter
A behind splitter
Splittin' Phillies up
I rap but I can't say —
So these motherfucking kids
Wanna thump some hard shit
I swallow each rap verse
I'm a starving artist
That's broke siphoning gas
Shove a knife in the back
Of Billie Eilish's ass
Come back and widen the gash
Think of the life that I've had
I'm counting nine like a cat
I think I've died too many times
I get too high to be sad
Call me, Call me, Call me
These pussies walking the world
Crying that life ain't fair
I grew a pair
Went and dyed my hair
Took off my skiddy underwear
And a birthday suit's
What I'm rocking now
DM with them first grade boobs
Bird chest, skinny arms
Got my beer belly bulging
My mama calling my phone
Saying I need some consulting
Counseling sessions, bitch
Fuck I've been through it all
So why the fuck
Can't y'all just leave me alone
So I'm constantly at home
Scribbling these nonsense
Schizophrenic phrases
Spitting out my mouth quick
Slit throats, trench coats
Teachers, a school coach
And thirty dead students
Gettin' eaten by cockroaches
Cocked and loaded
Bullets sprayin', bodies laying
Topless ladies shaking asses
Laughin', somebody save me
I'm going crazy, I'm manic
I'm frantic, panic an ant trapped
Inside of a maze, bump into walls
While I'm pacing in it
Call me, Call me, Call me
I call her phone
And follow her home
Swallow our whole conversation alone
While gettin' stoned
Sick of breaking apart
I cover up how I feel
I'm tellin' women I feel nothing
They know that ain't real
I'm thinking bout' grabbing steel
And shooting bullets in head
These motherfuckers pissed off
I always rap about death
Always depressed
Deep cavernous cracks inside my chest
That expand in cold weather
Till' they shatter with stress
All these cess bags smoked
Choked throat under rope
I'm suffocating on tongue
So I never speak under oath
I wanna call this bitch tonight
And say exactly what's on mind
Don't mind me, baby
Imma make you feel alright
Call me
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Writer(s): Jacob Wells Thompson
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