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(Can we talk on the phone or something?)
 'Cause when I call (when I call you on the phone)
 I hope you pick up your phone
 I'd like to talk to you
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call
 I hope you pick up your phone
 I'd like to talk to you
 I hope you answer
 Hey Dad, it's me, um
 Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
 Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
 "Dad" isn't your name, see "Faggot"'s a little more fitting
 Mom was only 20 when you ain't have any fucks to spare
 You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
 Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
 So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career
 But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
 A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
 But sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now
 Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
 And I just ain't being passive, nigga
 You're a fucking faggot, nigga
 Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga?
 But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
 And call him
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer, yeah
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call ('cause when I call, baby)
 I hope you pick up your phone (please pick up)
 I'd like to talk to you
 Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
 Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
 And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
 Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
 Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
 Supposed to be gone 'til November, but quickly came back in August
 I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
 I would like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia
 I'll call her number, but she won't answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer, yeah
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call ('cause when I call, baby)
 I hope you pick up your phone
 (I'd like to talk to you) I hope you answer
 You claim to hate my fucking guts
 But say I'm on an island in Thailand, and I was wildin', and
 If I got stranded, had to man up and hold my nuts
 And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts
 Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
 Day is getting dark, like the area's turning urban
 You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a church is
 But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
 I hope you answer
 That last verse was about this girl, haha
 
 (Can we talk on the phone or something?)
 'Cause when I call (when I call you on the phone)
 I hope you pick up your phone
 I'd like to talk to you
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call
 I hope you pick up your phone
 I'd like to talk to you
 I hope you answer
 Hey Dad, it's me, um
 Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son
 Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
 "Dad" isn't your name, see "Faggot"'s a little more fitting
 Mom was only 20 when you ain't have any fucks to spare
 You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
 Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs
 So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career
 But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
 A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
 But sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now
 Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
 And I just ain't being passive, nigga
 You're a fucking faggot, nigga
 Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga?
 But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga
 And call him
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer, yeah
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call ('cause when I call, baby)
 I hope you pick up your phone (please pick up)
 I'd like to talk to you
 Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts
 Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
 And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts
 Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
 Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
 Supposed to be gone 'til November, but quickly came back in August
 I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
 I would like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgia
 I'll call her number, but she won't answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer
 I hope you answer, yeah
 Yeah, I hope you answer
 'Cause when I call ('cause when I call, baby)
 I hope you pick up your phone
 (I'd like to talk to you) I hope you answer
 You claim to hate my fucking guts
 But say I'm on an island in Thailand, and I was wildin', and
 If I got stranded, had to man up and hold my nuts
 And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts
 Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fucking worthless
 Day is getting dark, like the area's turning urban
 You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a church is
 But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
 I hope you answer
 That last verse was about this girl, haha
 

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Duration
03:50
Key
8
Tempo
72 BPM

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