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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 prolly, yeah I prolly 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 wanna to talk to you Did you happen to watch the news? The divorced dad killer’s back on the loose At the crime scene left lots of clues SongtexteDropped his tools Lost both socks and shoes Somebody saw the dude and said He looked like a methed out prostitute Sorry y'all I’m 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 10 bed mansion Backyard with a tool shed expansion Half Ted Bundy, half Ted Danson Somehow ugly and drop dead handsome It's hard to explain Even to a Princeton, Harvard brain Either end up in the 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 prolly, yeah I prolly 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 prolly, yeah I prolly 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 Aus Songtexte Mania