Hold The Phone

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Why you gotta treat me like that

Why you gotta hit me right back

Like-no-no-no-no

Why you gotta treat me like that

Why you gotta hit me right back

Like hold the phone oh

I can't hold this phone

Can't hold this phone no, no

I can't hold this phone anymore

And I swear if by tonight I get another call or text (text)

Asking how I got the nerve really how I up and left

Imma hit you with the curve-ball, wish you all the best

Never text back, move out west (west, west, west)

Teach you how to lose track of my location

Teach you how to hold on when you're losing patience

Teach you how to move on even though you hate this

I ain't really good for you, just more of the same shit

Never really been involved, I just write it off

Living like my watch loaned to me, I can never take it off

Keep my rhymes close to me, ain't a riddle I can't solve

Till the scales change, watch as all my ethics get dissolved

Start with work, move on to the way I treat my mom

To the soccer games I've missed, drunk passed out on the lawn

With a beach chair folded on me, parcel in my palm

How'd I go from being loved to a loser with some songs yeah

Why you gotta treat me like that

Why you gotta hit me right back

Like-no-no-no-no

Why you gotta treat me like that

Why you gotta hit me right back

Like hold the phone oh

I can't hold this phone

Can't hold this phone no no

I can't hold this phone anymore

Why these other artists always smile in my face then

When it falls apart tell me I'm the one who fakes

Screw these internet personas, had about what I can take

Then my penpal letters turn to black, but it's okay (what)

I just brush off all the hate (what)

I just brush off all the threats (huh)

You can take down all the songs, I'll make a dozen more instead

Done a lot of things in life but this the one I don't regret

So don't hit me up right after this like I heard what you said

I don't really give a, had to get that off my chest

When the lights fall I'll be glad I gave it all my best

This ain't spiteful, heads still in a place you couldn't guess

Treated all of us like shit then said it's our fault that you left but

I know everybody got some issues

I know in your past life you felt you were misused

Honestly, I'm sorry I ain't trying to make an excuse

I own up to the things I did, hit me up when you do, yeah