Missed Calls - dhan

They’re trapping me in

Waiting for a phone call

Call home, home

Yet here is me

Reminiscing the lost love, no

The lost ones

Every day the air within my lungs is getting tighter

And its hard to fucking breathe out and I know I ain’t a fighter

I’m a thinker I’m a lover I’m a pussy I’m a bitch

Imma be lonely forever even when I’m filthy rich

Cuz the ladies come and go when they please, love to tease

That they thre for you but when the tim comes they disappear

I shed a

Tear for the girls that I’ve hurt in the past

Never thought about the impact that I had

Tryna do things opposite of my dad

Took off when the anxiety got bad

Blame it on the alcohol or blame it on the scripts

But when things get shitty everybody skips

People wondering why JETT throwing fits like

Fuck

I just got another phone call (Yeah)

Another of my friends tried to kill themselves

Always tried to call them finna tryna help (Yeah)

Ever since then I fucking

Hate myself I wanna fucking end it (Hate myself I wanna fucking end it)

Not suicidal

But I got homies trying all the drugs around them

All the pain with they feelings tryna fucking drown’em

I’d still take a bullet for some bitches from my town

Does that make me a clown?

Does that make me a clown?

Probably