My Phone Died

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 pro'ly, yeah I pro'ly end up alone 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 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 need to talk to you Did you happen to watch the news? The divorced dad killers 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, not the guy Can't talk right now, not tonight Good luck solving crime But I swear to you nobody's tied up locked inside of my 13-bathroom Ten-bed mansion Backyard with a two-shed expansion Half Ted Bundy Half Ted Manson Somehow ugly And drop-dead handsome (drop-dead handsome) It's hard to explain Even to a Princeton Harvard brain Either end up in a hall of fame Or down in a ball of flames 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 pro'ly, yeah I pro'ly end up alone 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 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 Flying with a sack in the backpack, I forgot I had that It's a good thing I got pre-check, huh Sitting up front with the seat back You don't want 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 Giving 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 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 pro'ly, yeah I pro'ly end up alone 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