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Two, one, four, lemme dial your number Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber Eyes on you, never turn to another Eyes on you, never turn to another Two, one, four, lemme dial your number Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber Eyes on you, never turn to another Eyes on you, never turn to another Roses on your doorstep I hope you enjoy them This love's not enough so I hope you enjoy him Of course, it's my fault You call it like you see it But baby, there ain't time, there ain't time to see the scenic now You can come back down south See it on your way back, figure things out Of course, I'm speaking in the past tense Back then I never said it cus I had sense That shit was tough I'm always out of luck Always had a mind that was only focused on love Tried to make amends but that call wasn't enough It may have been shit but I'm lucky for our love It got to form me Like a picket tool Hoping that I make it through Clinging to the memories I was the one that's right for you My bed gets cold I'm on my low This ain't the best bowl but it'll get me to my goal But I'm glad we split cus I have something to spit It'll leave some stitches But in XP I'm rich Friend are helping me out, turning my life around Taking a different route 'Cause I'm hoping to be the person I'm excited about Two, one, four, lemme dial your number Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber Eyes on you, never turn to another Eyes on you, never turn to another Two, one, four, lemme dial your number Day by day I've been stuck in a slumber Eyes on you, never turn to another Eyes on you, never turn to another A bloody rose fell from my stainted hand Product of a picker too eager for the endgame I guess I don't have a green thumb Cursing at my palms Tracing on the three lines Asking why the M don't form Serpents serve you apples And naturally, I followed Buddy up there shamed us And split us from each other Been cursed by my own God They said I hit the lotto Woah there, that's my rib you're holding take care 'till I find ya Once again, it's a shame, most people play the wrong game Dirty your name with the spectacles of other's pain Makes you sound insane, complain about the same Every day in and out You call it sorting things out But only bullshit leaves your mouth Red flags stick out like there's electric wires under me But I've been blinded see Illusions in this magic mirror got me seeing an oasis in your eyes Perhaps together we can fly Flew close to the sun on purpose Is there a better way to die? Two, one, four Just gimme a call (Gimme a call) Two, one, four, call my phone up Been too long, the silence thought we was grown-ups Still catch eyes when I stride the corner Still catch nights when I'm stuck with boredom Two, one, four Two, one, four, call my phone up