Voicemail

[Intro: Crypt]
Where were you?

[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

[Verse 1: Crypt]
So many times I've cried, so many times I've hurt, so many times I've tried to die and take a ride in
That long black hearse, but I called you first, but you ignored me
'Cause you knew that my life was piss-pouring
You would move to the side when it gets gory, and then you would arrive when my mood would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell you that they'll always be there for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losin', they ain't nowhere to be viewed until you improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere and act like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms, they just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well (Well), and they'll be quick to say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel
But you weren't there on the night I had a gun to my head with a one way trip to Hell
So don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake, and if you don't think it's fair, then I'll say

[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see, friendships should be crystal clear, but with some of y'all, the shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck, weren't pickin' up when I called your cell
But then it changed, and I bought a chain, and I bought a house, and I bought a Range
Now they callin' back, wantin' autographs for their cousin, and wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them 'cause carryin' that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them, I'm too busy countin' my profits
Took my shot to explode, y'all ain't acknowledged me, so
You can still come to my shows, you'll just get charged at the door, yeah
I cut out all of them fake ones, I'm ridin' out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck, breakin' bread, takin' vacations
Ain't mad at you at all, too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick, but you should've picked up my call, yeah

[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?
All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

[Electric Guitar Solo]
Where were you?

[Outro]
*shovel digging*