Phone Call lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


{Intro}
(Hello no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone)
Um, hello dad
This is your son Jeremiah
Dad if you hear this dam song
Pick up the f*cking phone
I’m not mad at you
I just want to talk to you
So just pick up the mother f*cking phone

{Pre-Verse 1}
I always wanted to see you dad
I always wanted to call you dad
Its sucks that you left me when I was born
Being left to be raised by a single mom
Jeez
Momma got with another guy
The child support wasn’t that high
Man
Dam
He became my new dad
The only father figure I ever had
Him
One day you said you were coming
While I was at the window waiting
But the truth is
You never came

{Verse 1}
I cried and broke mom’s heart again
You didn’t even tell me what really happened
You rather buy studio equipment
Then spend time with your son
A phone call was what I ever wanted
But no you again rather f*cked a girl's c*nt
Than watch a movie with your son
You had so many opportunities
By the time I was eighteen
I would call
But its a ship sinking down to the sea floor
You never took the time to know me
So why should I take the time to know you
as*h*le deadbeat mother f*cker
I should take your studio equipment mother f*cker
Get my mom and my other dad take you to court
To take every penny your worth
There no expiration on child support
But there's one on your son’s heart
Do you hear me dad
I’m glad you never came back
With all the emotions you took
If the bible was just a book
I’ll never honor my father
But I rather honor my mother f*cking mother
Because she was the only one that really cared ah

{Breakdown 1}
Do I want you to pick up the phone
(No I don’t)
Do I want you to hear the phone ring
(No I don’t)
Do I want you want to see you again
(No I don’t)

{Hook}
Can we talk on the phone or something
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
Ya I hope you answer ya
I want you to be my father uh

{Pre-Verse 2}
Ya
Maybe I’m being a little to harsh
I’m going to get a brush
To get sh*t off my shoulder
You know
Get it off my chest
Cuz I’m getting older
I gotta act my age then
Cha, in the end I hope my time wasn’t wasted
For real

{Verse 2}
I dreamed of going to the playground together
Maybe making music in the future
Building our own empire
To rule as we desired
Dreams only happen
If we make it happen oh
(Leave a message)
I’ve been stuck in this cabin
Like a mental asylum
Been crazy thinking daily
Of what I would say
If I talked to you on the phone
Cuz all I do is stay at home
I don’t really hate you
I just want spend time with you
Theres so much we could do
Dad maybe we can play catch
Like a average father son relationship
I need more than just a friendship
I need a promise
You’ll pick up the phone
I don’t want to pick a bone
I have so many wants
More than all the cuts
That had you shook
When you asked me on Facebook
Why my cuts look like tattoos
When most of my life you didn’t know
It was the first time I felt you cared
I hope I just didn’t make you scared
Cuz I want you to be here

{Breakdown 2}
Do I want you to pick up the phone
(Yes I do)
Do I want you to hear the phone ring
(Yes I do)
Do I want you want to see you again
(Yes I do)

{Hook}
Can we talk on the phone or something
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
Ya I hope you answer ya
I want you to be my father uh

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