PhoneCalls Lyrics

Rolling and smoking the dope

I gotta know

Hit up my plug on the phone

Thinking bout when I'm alone

I rather stay up in my zone

I'm cold to the bone

Frozen and falling to pieces

I'm alive but I barely cant see shit

I'm a loner and stoner you speechless

Bump up the sound

Gotta send em the features

Bump up the sound

While I'm smoking the pack

You running around

While I'm busting the track

Jump up and down

If you sick of the rats

They loving the cheese

Boy I'm loving the craft

I can't go back

Back to past

Should have just made all it last

Ya boy talking whack

We pack em and blast

You really be making me laugh

What

Burn the bridges

Burn my weed

Smoke roll out the

Chimney sweep

I wipe that smile up off your face

You see a man can truly bleed

Come on over take a seat

Take a second look and breathe

The mountain top is vividly a picture

Up inside of me

I'm broken

I pick the pieces back up

Then I smoke some weed

Got bucks on bucks on bucks

For bud and bottles full of

Hennessey

I know about a lot of things

Mentally I'm lost with things

Keep it on the low

And keep it going

Gotta get me paid

Money never settles pain

Drugs they only regulate

Can't believe the nerve you got

To even try to show your face

Home is just another place

Hope is found another way

I cannot wait until the day

I find some peace

To rest and lay

Swervin down the block

Guess I'll see you all another day