Pick Up the Phone 作词：Lupe Fiasco,Sebastian Lundberg , iSHi 作曲：Lupe Fiasco,Sebastian Lundberg , iSHi
Uhh, I just need a minute to replenish who I am And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand I stand in any pose, anything but tippy-toes But don't want you to feel smaller, always taller Now I'm a cheerleader, she a baller The difference in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the alter Now every ring's a sting and everything I taught ya Is coming back around to me, just like revolvers And every single click is just hammering it home Who knew Russian roulette involved answering the phone? Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam Or my cellphone dies or it's cancer in my dome And dear nix the tone, as I pull my fuckin' pain out One of your short nodes, might blow my fuckin' brains out But you ain't even pick up Talking to myself, exactly what you sick of
Feeling kinda restless Did you get my message? It's swirling around and so No, don't tell me that you care When I know you're standing there I left the story of my life on your answering machine
Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the phone? Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?
We were like, if a tree falls in the forest and No one is around, does it really make a sound? That's romantic and profound, but now We're like lumberjacks holding the axes that brung it down So I'm now on your message, talm 'bout 'Remember?' Silence in return, that sound like 'Timber!' There's some that can't see the forest because they're liars But I can't see the forest cause of the fire And in our prehistorics, the flowers was rooting for us Brontosaurus ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus And then the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist That's why I lost my FTD endorsements
But that's really not important My sadness' a snitch, my melancholy informant Despair wears a wire, my longing rapping a song My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the phone
Feeling kinda restless Did you get my message? It's swirling around and so I wanna give you reasons Tell you what I'm feeling But none of these lines are secure No, don't tell me that you care When I know you're standing there I left the story of my life on your answering machine My tears run off your shoes Like waters from a goose You try to wash off all the dirt But your hands aren't getting clean
Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the phone? Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?
The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and observe As the rubber curly cord just absorbs all my words Will you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the whole Into the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone poles Then bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites Then falls down back to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of sleep If it's dead and flatten line, I'll leave a message at the beep
Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the phone? Hello, can you hear me? Hello, are you there? Hello, would you pick up the phone? Would you pick up the phone? Would you pick up the phone? Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?