[Intro]

808 Mafia

[Chorus]

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

Already, yeah

Already sick of this song

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

I'll prolly, yeah

I'll prolly end up alone

[Post-Chorus]

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my bad, my bad

[Verse 1]

Knock-knock, who's there?

Police department, the new sheriff

We need to talk to you about where you were at midnight

Would you care to share?

I'm sorry to bother you, it's awfully rude

We just wanna talk to you

Did you happen to watch the news?

The divorced dad killer's back on the loose

At the crime scene left lots of clues

Dropped his tools

Lost both socks and shoes

Somebody saw the dude and said he looked like a methed-out prostitute

Sorry y'all, I'm not the guy

Can't talk right now, not tonight

Good luck solvin' crime, but I swear to you

Nobody's tied up, locked inside

In my thirteen-bathroom, ten-bed mansion

Backyard with a tool shed expansion

Half Ted Bundy, half Ted Danson

Somehow ugly and drop-dead handsome (Dr-dop-dead handsome)

It's hard to explain

Even to a Princeton, Harvard brain

Either end up in the Hall of Fame or down in a ball of flames

[Chorus]

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

Already, yeah

Already sick of this song

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

I'll prolly, yeah

I'll prolly end up alone

[Post-Chorus]

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my bad, my bad

[Verse 2]

Relax, deep breath

Step back, heat check

Broke boy, defect

Big mushroom hit reset

Y'all couldn't take my style if you took my chain and you had my presets

Flyin' with a sack in the backpack, I forgot I had that

It's a good thing I got pre-check, huh?

Sittin' up front with the seat back

You don't wanna smoke, no e-cig, huh?

I get a call head over in a red Rover

Like I'm on recess, huh

If you can't keep that dirty little secret

I might block that bitch like a reject

If my exes send me texts

That shit bounce back like a reflex

Oh, wow

Up until now that ain't occur to me

Givin' a smile and wave to security

I'm still a child, I blame immaturity

Currently I don't got time to play with them

I'm in a state of emergency

I severed a vein in surgery

Turned all the furniture burgundy

Now it's a murder scene

[Chorus]

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

Already, yeah

Already sick of this song

Can't even pick up the phone

All of the shit that I'm on

I'll prolly, yeah

I'll prolly end up alone

[Post-Chorus]

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my phone died, died, died

My bad, my bad, my bad