another voicemail. Lyrics

Okay, what's going on here

Why is everything chrome?

How do you feel?

How do you feel?

So how do you feel?

Is it all really real?

How do you feel?

How do you feel?

Is it all really real?

Yeah

Will it break my fucking neck,

tryna please the next man?

Or the bitch that stole my heart

I ain't even want that back

I don't even want that back

I don't even want my time

Just give me back my cash

That I spent on yo ass

On a motherfucking Chanel bag

How the fuck you gon' do that

How the fuck you tell me you love me

And you was sleeping with that man

Let me tell you how you dig your grave deeper

You say fuck all the shit I'm talking about and jus pour up some more liquor

Got my fucking hand on the trigger of my shotty

And I'm thinking about putting that bitch back and bussing at your liver

And you ask me if I love you

Fuck from around me

I don't even do that shit

Cause the last bitch said she loved me

But it was all General Mills Trix

I don't even know if I'm real

I don't even know what's real

What's going on here

Why is everything chrome?

Will you tell it real

Will you say it's real

When you say how you feel

Will you?

Will it even matter when we're gone

In the past

In the storm

In the rain

And the sky Is how you call on me

When you at my funeral will you tell them what was real?

Would you lie and say You was always motherfucking there

Would you tell them that you left me fucking stranded

In the middle of the desert and I was sweating my fucking eyeballs out

Will you tell them folks the truth

That you ain't never hit my phone

And when I called you ain't never pick up that

I would run to you

Even though you was miles away

I would have done anything Just to see you for a fraction of the day

Man delete that shit

Stab me right in my back

Took that shit right out

Put it right to yo neck

Standing on motherfucking business no I can't fold no more

When your bitch stay coming around me say i don't want hit no more

Bad bitch on my line, but i won't fuck no more

How do you feel?

Knew I was different nigga When I told a bad bitch I wouldn't fuck her

She wanna spread rumors about me

But she still ate it up like it's supper

So how do you feel?

How do you feel?

Was it all real?