[Intro]

Hello?

Finally! Somebody playing this...

Aye, aye, listen

I don't know if this your first time listening, and, ah...

I don't want to freak you out or anything, but ah...

I really need your help, and I... I can explain myself, okay?

You hear me?

Hello? Hello?

[Verse 1]

Is anyone out there? I'm just hoping you can hear me

I'm by myself, all alone and nearly

On the verge of breaking down

Like every single track in this very instrumental

That was meant to make a sound

I'm not sure if what I'ma tell you

You heard before, but, if so, I'm probably saying it wrong

'Cause if I wasn't, then maybe you wouldn't unintentionally play me

Every time that you were playing a song

You might've thought the same thing

If your mind kept playing tricks on you

But you and I know, you still think this is a concept like I ain't talkin' to you

Yeah, you who's listening

When are you going to wake up, so you're not repeating this again?

You just sitting and standing there, like you always do

And might not even play this all way through

I know when you don't, and when you do, you're not taking me serious

Maybe you're talking over me

Or turn the volume down or cut me off mid-sentence

I'm painstakingly furious

You could be asleep, but you need your brain awake to be curious

'Cause I'm really here on the other side of your speaker

And what's standing between us is some wires and a tweeter

If you found something to crack it open, maybe I could climb through

And leave this track that I shouldn't have wrote a rhyme to

'Cause, I can't explain it, but I think that's how I got here

I heard this beat, put it on repeat, and copped a squat near

The speaker and zoned out, blazing the ganja

Jotting about two lines, literally writing one behind another

So suddenly my eyes crossed and then blurred

I was at a loss for words when I got lost in the words

I got choked by the letter 'O' but dotted all the 'i's

So I had to cross the 'T's when we became the same size

I kicked the first line in the verse back and it indents

So now I'm chased by this run-on sentence

I ran so fast I leaped from the page, that's when the paper split

Then I closed my notebook shut, tried to escape this shit

So, what you think about me sliding through the crack?

Hope you nodding in agreeance and not nodding to the track

[Bridge]

Hello?

Excuse me?

Are you still there?

If so, I'm not for sure

If that you ever will care?

In fact, I never know

And that just doesn't feel fair

But I don't want you to go

So, hello? Are you still there?

[Verse 2]

Well, if the music still playing

I might as well try to finish up what I’m saying

While laying on my ass

From falling fast from the mayhem out my book

I looked – damn, I’m missing a shoe

It might have been trapped in the beat that I was listening to

'Cause it was dark and I ain’t know what direction to walk towards

I took a couple steps and stumbled over some chords

Plugged 'em in to each other so when they were combined

It created this white noise, that’s how I saw the drumline

I seen it hid behind the bass in the mix

So I found some strings, went over there and got the lace in the kicks

I tried 'em on and they fit perfect

Then I grabbed the hi-hat, put it on top of my head, let it sit

Swerved it to the left, you know how I do, it look cool to me

Then slip my finger through the loop like it was jewelry

I’m sure that you'll agree about how the instruments was stacked too

I probably could have took this track and made a tracksuit

That would've made the look complete, had

I pulled it off, but all that rearranging must've got the beat mad

Since certain sounds were out of place

So now I’m clashin' with cymbals while tryin' not to get beaten by the bass

Hold up, I hope you still following me and I don’t lose you

So I'ma try to keep this story short, 'cause I refuse to

I picked my book up, ran without making any stops

I cut through the chops and hopped over the drops

I’m thinking, "What if I can write myself up out of here?"

So I decided to look in the book

While flipping through the pages for empty paper

This punchline punched me and I caught a right hook from a hook

It laid me out over the beat like some vocals

I woke up and I've been here ever since

You need more evidence?

[Outro]

Hello?

Hope you ain't leave the room– hello?

Hello?

Excuse me?

Are you still there?

If so, I'm not for sure

If that you ever will care

In fact, I never know

And that just doesn't feel fair

But I don't want you to go

So, hello?

Are you still there?

Aye, are you still there?

Aye, the song about to go off, man

Can you get me out of here?

Please, man

C'mon, man, I gotta wait 'til you play this again?

C'mon, dog

Damn!

[Interlude]

{*dialing phone number*}

Now I gotta call this shit again, damn!

Hate this, man, should've never smoked with Fes!

(Good morning, [you're] tuned into AM Hotline)

Amen

(It is Saturday the twenty-first)

Sh- please don't let 'em call tan, man

(Approaching [?] Hall can only [?] test this morning)

Don't meant for me to go to bed [?]

(Then another one time [?] to test today

The colors are emerald, fuchsia, gold, navy, peach, and tan)

Fuck, man!

(Again, that's emerald, fuchsia, gold, navy, peach, and tan)

Sh– tired of this shit!

(Enjoy your day)