2AM Phone Calls (My Favorite Song)

(Verse 1)
More life than a sun rise, I
Get lost in the pastime, of
Day dreaming bout the soul in you
Lost art and ya booty's the truth, I kid
Lost art and ya beauty's the truth
We can share fat fries and enjoy the view, see
You are the prototype
And Im hoping that you are the one
Drift off to the passing sun
Supernova at the thought of your eyes
And I admit that I can't see
Past my lengthy, list of inspirers
And I must acquit cus I been an admirer
Done used more rubbers than a Goodwill tire, but damn tired
Of late nights with no reciprocation
Liam Neeson can't my heart from being taken, gahdamn
My heart beats like Timbaland and Jigga made it, gahdamn
Double dribble violation, Sanaa Latham, gahdamn
Used to simply making art, so I start, gahdamn
Closing off the leaking leaking waters like I building a damn
Bbut I'm the earth and you're sumn like the fire that lights, the forge to creation, so...
Im
Original as I can be... Cus sometimes simple is better
(Vamp)
Heavenly...Heavenly...Heavenly.... (x3)
(Verse 2)
See, I been, I been, I been, I been, I been, chasing you
And, you been, you been, you been, you been, you been, running from your heart
So, won't you, won't you, won't you, won't you, won't you please just breathe
Please just breathe, please just breathe (x2)