Bell You Later Lyrics

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words

Pen is in my hands, I'll be damned if I ever stop

I've been blotting the ink with every letter dropped

Might ponder and think until I'm in a dream

Heads in the clouds, where I'm feeling free

Switch flows composed within my sleep

Provoke growth, promoting what I speak

I'm here for the love, I'm here for the peace

I wear my heart proud, while it's on my sleeve

All aboard the train of my brain

A tour of the thoughts I think awake late

First stop, musical notes you'll find most

Then we move to the groove, we're smooth and just coast

To your left are hi-hats and drums

A one-way ticket to my mind rhythms

Glance to your right, you'll find a couple words

And the destination is the end of the verse

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words

Within my belly is a fire I can never put out

The flames licking on my brain as I'm scribbling out

Denouncing the feeling that's been pinning me down

So for now, I'm delivering a lyrical sound

Man, I've been looking for answers

Seeking out the meaning that I'm trying to recapture

I'm still dealing with the cards I'm dealt

While I'm running from my feelings that I can't repel

That I'm still trying to numb

Suppressing any stress with a swig of the rum

You see, it's all just a balancing act

Between rambling raps and more panic attacks

But for today, we're blessed

To make noise with our voice and evade the dread

And you can bet, that when record is pressed

The love flows from above through the words I've said

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, While I put my soul in these words

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work

So I look for peace in each pen stroke, While I put my soul in these words