Telephone

(Hook)
Tell me where I gotta go
Will I see I never know
See your number on the telephone
Please just go and just leave me alone

(Verse 1)
I swear this shit really hurts
Think of whippin the hearse
Put my past in the back
Drive it down through the set
Ramp that bitch off a cliff
In prior smoking the spliff
Passed out feeling like shit
Pent up, contemplating on the music
Or maybe I'll just do this
Shoot him in the head so a nigga really do it
Tell him you a bitch and a nigga made me lose it
I look at him in silence speak no words and just be quiet
Reverberating voices in my cranium promoting bad habits
Same ones that I had when I was lacking in compassion
Now I just be chiefing on the blunts stay on my pedigree
Ancestors all collectively ashamed of his recipe
Destructive nature only be sanctified with pay stubs
Mama's hugs
Cigarettes they burn my lungs
Eruptions of saying I never lied
Don't believe his alibi
He's a good guy
Saying bye
Fuck up praying to the sky

(Hook)

(Verse 2) - SeKwence