Telephone by Shad

TSOL by Shad

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Telephone
by Shad

Album: TSOL

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I've been called a bad boyfriend, and even worse Ex
Told put God first and her next
She's the only girl, like Snow White or Smurfette
She's not, I am dating nobody, nobody's perfect
And there's no sure bets, just courage and first steps
We don't talk, got hang-ups and one-word texts
Lessons learned on hurt, discipline
And repair, still need a lot of work, like Michigan
State improves when my Pistons win
Or when I see my sis again
With some friends I call when I'm gettin' bent
Outta shape over, .. wait, fix that
Fit, but no six-pack,
'Cause I won't do sit-ups of give up Big Macs
With Shad, you always get a mixed bag
Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
Healed wounds, and picked scabs
More ups and downs than a Six Flags
Music with a message I lacked after the click, don't..

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

She's so off the hook
But when I'm lettin' go of the telephone
She goes off the wall, like a hella old centerfold
Should've left the cell at home
We're breaking up, can't hear what she's saying, but I get the tone
Kna'mean? Nah, I've never known
Say you mean well, then how come I'm left alone
When I need help this female won't take my calls
It's like pool, and that's her cue to break my balls
The games we play, replay the same each day
Phone-tag, hide-and-seek with the P.D.A.
Off, I'm on course, like the PGA
Towards the deep sea cave
Where my treasure is kept
Buried like death in depths where I keep me safe
It's just like, ay, keep in touch
Not Close like Glenn, just close enough
But the attachment's still there, just never opened up

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

I said, don't you go
You hate talking on the phone
You're too far, way too close to home

And the bill from my cell is high C-Notes, Wynton Marsalis
Man, why tellers gotta be so selfish, helpless
Ran outta luck, ran outta minutes on my solo, before I could finish
Don't end this while I'm roaming on the road
Dough low, woken up with a special ring like Frodo
I get the picture, don't upload the photo
I can see you, bold pixels in my mind load in slow-mo
T Lo on the mix, just switch to phono
Grown folks, we be pinnin' hopes but the phone's broke
Disconnected, just a second
I'm cuttin' out, T Lo, cut the records

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