I'd like to talk
I got a lot that's on my mind
Let me be direct: let's reconnect. I want the time
All you wanna do is have a fallback
All I wanna do is get a callback like
Hello
Hello, hello, hello
Shake to statements made like Jello
I get payments ever settled
Soles are placed on pedal
Kettle calling pot hot
Hotshot faking pop placement rebel
I was in Lockhart-put the braise straight to metal
I said I got things to settle
I change based on how big that I get just like a quantum dot
I talk a lot in mics. I'd rather do this than a common job
A bottle on the floor
Don't my mama. I've not gotten caught
I put inside my writings flows as sharp as shots from Octorok
I try to talk to you but it's a bore
I'm falling straight through the floor
I feel ignored
I'm wanting more
And that makes me feel like I'm dumb
I'm sick of the work and the burning of bridges
Fixing the glitch in my pitches
And in my britches
You think you're winning. I think it's funny
I spent more money just raising my puppies
And I took a detour
Now I'm sun-kissed
My regular list is like your buckets
I make more alone just off my archive
You don't write, so I don't want your top five
