Pen Pals

I peeped your phone call

I let the phone ring

On the account of all this pain that my phone bring

Gave you more real estate than Dennis Rodman's nose ring

And now you need more space? You like a dope fein

And now you back but shit I'm out of patience

Every time I told you how I felt you steady switching up the conversation

I gotta say the feeling's not amazing

So this is it ain't no contemplation

I really don't wanna leave

But it seems I have no other choice

I got a weakness that you love to exploit