Voicemail

Where were you?

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind, tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone, hopin' you'd pick up the cell?

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind, tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone, hopin' you'd pick up the cell?

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

So many times I've cried

So many times I've hurt

So many times I've tried to die and take a ride in

That long black hearse, but I called you first

But you ignored me, 'cause you knew that my life

Was piss-pouring, you would move to the side

When it gets gory, and then you would arrive

When my mood would subside and I get a victory

It's funny how these people tell you

That they'll always be there for you through the thick and thin

'Cause when you losin', they ain't nowhere to be viewed

Until you improve and begin to win

Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere

And act like they've always been there

Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms

They just seen the weather's fair

And they wanna claim you when you get well

And they'll be quick to say that you're friends

And they always knew that you'd excel

But you weren't there on the night I had a gun to my head

With a one way trip to Hell

So don't you ever dare to look my way

All you fair weather friends are fake

And if you don't think it's fair, then I'll say

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind, tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone, hopin' you'd pick up the cell?

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind, tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone, hopin' you'd pick up the cell?

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

You see, friendships should be crystal clear

But with some of y'all, this shit hard to tell

When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck

Weren't pickin' up when I called your cell

But then it changed, and I bought a chain

And I bought a house, and I bought a Range

Now they callin' back, wantin' autographs

For their cousin and wanna come hang

Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them

'Cause carryin' that shit is toxic

And now, I'm way more rich than them

I'm too busy countin' my profits

Took my shot to explode

Y'all ain't acknowledged me, so

You can still come to my shows

You'll just get charged at the door, yeah

I cut out all of them fake ones

I'm ridin' out with my day ones

And we still tight as fuck

Breakin' bread, takin' vacations

Ain't mad at you at all

Too many plaques up on my wall

I'm not tryna be a dick

But you should've picked up my call, yeah

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell?

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?

In my room, out my mind tryin' to handle my health?

All alone on the phone hopin' you'd pick up the cell

But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

Where were you?

*shovel digging*