Hello (feat. Living in Fiction)

Hello from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

To tell you I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call you never, seem to be home

I call but you don't answer so I write this open letter

When I left the world broken I just hope it's gotten better

Y'all argue who's the greatest I left quotes for y'all to measure

Y'all were focused on who's clever I was focused on forever

Back when I would rock the hand me

Downs with holes inside my sweater

Thrift store shoppin like I dove inside some treasure

Way before the Ben haggertys on these magazines

I was an average teen not thinking bout this thing called rap

Cause there's this thing called white

And there's this thing called black

And there's this thing called life

And I think we're all attached

It's funny how my train of thought runs on a things called tracks

Marty McFly I'm in the future tryna bring y'all back

Pick it up and slam it down that's how the game goes

Telephone, telephone, I just hear same tones

Where I’m from it’s not too often we see then rainbows

So we let the rain flow then we change clothes

There's such a difference between us

And a million miles

Hello from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

To tell you I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call you never, seem to be home

Aw man, how could this just be a hobby

Five whole hours they been waiting in the lobby

They’re calling me a hero and I’m thinking how could I be

All I wanted was a million and a fuckin Maserati

But somewhere in my stride we just started changing lives

You think I’m changing yours but you really changin mine

From here to over seas they put belief in my designs

It's getting deep, I feel the world is tryna sneak inside my mind

It's harder to define than artistry rhyme

Journey is partially divine

I still have days where it isn’t all sublime

Even though I’m on the grind I gotta slow up for the signs

And recently I’m seein that it’s more than just mc'in

When my homie has a son but needs court orders just to see’im

A generation troubled and I just wanna free ‘em

Before machines are looking at human beings inside a museum

Hello from the other side

I must've called a thousand times

To tell you I'm sorry

For everything that I've done

But when I call you never, seem to be home