Still on phone sex, in spite of the Skype I like to use my illusion, imagine the nights With the one who got away Lia lady, where do you lay? Are we still on? Still on ceilings, cause they're still made of glass You got hard working gals making less than your ass You're the one who's got it made It's the white man's world today Are we still on? Still on Black lives, cause they're still getting killed I got friends full of melanin who say they ain't thrilled With the way our country goes Got a lot of work to go I know But are we still on? Still on phone sex, cause her voice brings calm Imagining falling asleep in her arms Knowing how badly our country is fucked Tomorrow we'll tackle the fights to be fought We're still on Home to you, right back home to you I'm still on