And you should know, please believe me I've picked up the phone a thousand times And tried to dial your number, but it's been so long It's never easy, it's like tryin' to spin the world the other way But for the way we let it end What can I say? What can

She's out there rolling down some old interstate Probably cranking up some new freedom song Wide open, wide open, won't pick up the phone While I'm dying here tonight Staring goodbye in the face Saying I love you too late Wide open, wide open, couldn't

Just say you will, will, will Come through and chill, chill, chill Pick up the phone, show me it was real I wanna, all night (say it) I'm talkin' late-night for you Let me lay a great time on you I wanna, all night (uh-huh, uh-huh) I wanna, all night

Fuck bitches, get money, fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money You want to sip Mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home" Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my

So if you got a problem, pick up the telephone For the guns and glory cowboys from the twilight zone At the Continental Club, there's no extras for striptease We're the gang that couldn't shoot straight but we aim to please She's bugging me again, run to

When you're falling down Uh, oh oh, oh The world's not spinning 'round No, it's not all about You know I'll be around When you're falling down, falling down It won't be long my darling Pick up the phone, nobody's on it

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

Many moni, say me say many, many, many How many mic's do we rip on the daily How many mic's do you rip on the daily Say me say Many moni, Say me say many, many, many Pick up your microphones ha ha Pick up your microphones I get mad frustrated when I

Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything Fuck me when the beat drop Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop Bleeding out my laptop Blood leaking out my laptop I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up I don't give a

When you answer the door, pick up the phone You won't find me 'cause I'm not coming home To find yourself alone And does it make you sad And does it make you mad To find that I have grown To see the strength that I have shown I'll bet it hurts so bad