Psychic Hotline Lyrics

Learned my dad died

From a newspaper clipping

Moms broke it to me

With her eye makeup dripping

Remember staring at the picture

Conjuring a vision

His face was always blurred

Speakers blaring George Clinton

Always listened to funk

Came home to Kirk Franklin

No melodies raining down

I don't know if the sound

Of soft sobs coming my moms

Could ever substitute my own

That never came

The tears, like his face

Would always fade

Never given an inch to be

Anything but habitually

Scrambling for epiphanies

Life refuses to gift to me

Nigga died on a Sunday

Found out on a Wednesday

An hour after the fucking

Funeral already ended

Aunt Jackie came through

Brass knuckles at the ready

For the cracker-ass heifer

That ain't even bother to tell me

Mom's words, not mine

Waited for the grief to hit

But, it never did

It was better hid

Memory will bring him

[Back to life]

Hold on to the feel

Letting go of the real

The tragic shit that smacks me

[back to reality]

Can I let him go

Guess I'll never know

Can I ever bring him

[Back to life]

Hold on to the feel

Letting go of the real

The tragic shit that smacks me

[back to reality]

Can I let him go

Guess I'll never know

Maybe I never knew the nigga

Ruffle through my past

Tryna get a truer picture

Creeping through the white noise

Like it's 1990's Cinemax

Thousand miles of static

Swirls around the vintage ash

That they stashed in a box

With a picture of face

Scotch-taped to the top

Auntie handed me a vial

Of ash, it's all I got

I saved the newspaper clipping

But his face is faded

Wife handed me box of scraps

So, of course I'm jaded

The memories feel distant

Like somebody else lived em

And I'm just touring the visions

Don't recognize myself in em

Even though I know the face

It's anonymous to me

Think back to golden days

Putting together all

The pieces that explain

Why I ain't never shed a tear

For the man I share a name

Cried every single one as a kid

Wondering if I'd ever see him again

When he was breathing

So, maybe that's the reason

Damn

I can't help feeling ashamed

laid up with my lady going over baby names

[Back to life]

Thinking what I'd do

Knowing it ain't gonna be Lewis Jr

That's the truth

My moms called me Reggie

After my middle name

Cuz hearing my dad's

only ever brought her pain

[Back to life]

Now, that pain is forever, nigga

Memory will bring him

[Back to life]

Hold on to the feel

Letting go of the real

The tragic shit that smacks me

[back to reality]

Can I let him go

Guess I'll never know

Can I ever bring him

[Back to life]

Hold on to the feel

Letting go of the real

The tragic shit that smacks me

[back to reality]

Can I let him go

Guess I'll never know