Conversations

[Verse]
Please remember depression comes with a lesson
Intuition ain't a curse, it's a blessing
Like, I knew he was troubled way he answered my question
Middle name Smith, so he copped him a Wesson
Just to show it off to his brethren
And the fem ain't gonna like this but
If I find love then she my possession
Her ex loved with aggression
But see, me it's obsession
And I guess I'm confessing
See I use to be stressing
Like nah I ain't in love just yet
Until I cop six Rollies, paid for the gang without bussing a sweat
Freeze my pain with the jewels on my neck
But let's take this a lil' bit deeper
You don't fuck with your friends, me either
You see a face with a smile on it, K
Let me tell you what I see, I see a grim reaper
I gave her the truth, she a keeper
She call me daddy, big boss, and a leader
Answer machine on repeat
She loving the sound of my voice coming out of the speaker like

[Chorus]
Pick up the phone, bebe
Pick up the phone, bebe
I still got a lot to say
I still got a lot to say, like
Pick up the phone, bebe
Pick up the phone, baby
I still got a lot to say
We still got a lot to see, like
Pick up the phone, bebe
Pick up the phone, baby
I still got a lot to say
We still got a lot to see
Pick up the phone bebe
Pick up the phone bebe
I still got a lot to say
I still got a lot to say, like