Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that I'm on
Already, yeah
Already sick of this song
Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that I'm on
I pro'ly, yeah
I pro'ly end up alone
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my bad my bad
Knock knock, who's there?
Police department, the new sheriff
We need to talk to you about where you were at midnight
Would you care to share?
I'm sorry to bother you
It's awfully rude, we just need to talk to you
Did you happen to watch the news?
The divorced dad killers back on the loose
At the crime scene left lots of clues
Dropped his tools
Lost both socks and shoes
Somebody saw the dude and said
He looked like a methed-out prostitute
Sorry y'all, not the guy
Can't talk right now, not tonight
Good luck solving crime
But I swear to you nobody's tied up locked inside of my
13-bathroom
Ten-bed mansion
Backyard with a two-shed expansion
Half Ted Bundy
Half Ted Manson
Somehow ugly
And drop-dead handsome (drop-dead handsome)
It's hard to explain
Even to a Princeton Harvard brain
Either end up in a hall of fame
Or down in a ball of flames
Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that I'm on
Already, yeah
Already sick of this song
Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that i'm on
I pro'ly, yeah
I pro'ly end up alone
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my bad my bad
Relax, deep breath
Step back, heat check
Broke boy, defect
Big mushroom, hit reset
Y'all couldn't take my style if you took my chain
And you had my presets
Flying with a sack in the backpack, I forgot I had that
It's a good thing I got pre-check, huh
Sitting up front with the seat back
You don't want smoke, no e-cig, huh
I get a call head over in a red Rover
Like I'm on recess, huh
If you can't keep that dirty little secret
I might block that bitch like a reject
If my exes send me texts
That shit bounce back like a reflex
Oh, wow
Up until now that ain't occur to me
Giving a smile and wave to security
I'm still a child, I blame immaturity
Currently I don't got time to play with them
I'm in a state of emergency
I severed a vein in surgery
Turned all the furniture burgundy
Now it's a murder scene
Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that I'm on
Already, yeah
Already sick of this song
Can't even pick up the phone
All of the shit that i'm on
I pro'ly, yeah
I pro'ly end up alone
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my phone died, died, died
My bad, my bad, my bad