After The Tone

[Intro]

Why this girl don't pick up?
Hit me up--

[Verse 1: iotosh]
Hit me up on my phone , I haven't heard from you in a minute
Just a minute of your time, don't worry I ain't tryna get up in it
I just wanna know if you're good, cause we don't talk nowadays
And I guess we're distracted plus you've gone away
Maybe we just got distant, we both want some space

(We both want space)
Or we both want some space
All these feels make me feel like I'm floating in space cause

I'm all cold and alone (in my guilt)
I'll leave my message after the tone
Whenever you hear this, feel free to call back
I'd love to talk to you

Um, I thought you cut me off last time that I had a chat witchya
Now you up on Instagram and you double tap on my pictures
Sending mixed signals , always view my snap story
But you block me from yours, what the hell is that? Only
Sending mixed signals , girl we not playing charades
No use in saving face, this ain't no masquerade
No use masking up emotions, you gotta let it out
You gotta let me in, I gotta get it out

[Breakdown]

Cho man, cyah jus answer yuh phone?

[Verse 2: Yared]
Thinking I could be your Man Crush Monday
Usually call, hope you answer one day
Try to tell you my feelings, but hope you don't run away
So I keep them covered up like the ash did Pompeii
Got bad blood, now my heart black
It's been a couple months and you haven't called back
This is not a booty call, I'm just tryna say that
I miss you and I love you, but you wouldn't say that
And honestly-- baby I don't get it
Why you never call? Pretty ones never had credit
Tried to get my act right before the closing credits
Suffering from denial like I got bad credit
Called a thousand times, think I inspired Adele
To write "Hello", I type hello, reply with "Go to Hell"
Hell and back is where I'd go to show my love is real
But gained false hope that you love me too--
You turned Yared blue skies to grey, monotone
Just hope you don't hear my cry, after the tone