Phone - Joell Ortiz

This is a story about love

About the beauty of having it

And the agony of losing it

Nah, those ain’t his kids, but shit they might as well be

He kept food on that table, made sure they was nice and healthy

They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy

He can’t figure out why his children’s mom is so unhappy

He notice little things, she starting arguments more often

And he ain’t coming home to that plate of food like before when

Everything was new and every night was tender love and care

Now he laying down on this side, she way the fuck over there

Can’t even look in his eyes, missing the way she stared

As he told her how he felt, while his fingers ran through her hair

No communication, their whole relationship’s «Hi & Bye»

He used to hate shopping with her, now everything’s buying fly

The other day he asked himself «you just sitting here crying, why?»

Them tears won’t make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes

Y’all best friends, this was built on a lot of loving

You wanna get back to the top, get to the bottom of this

It don’t feel too good on the wake up

No breakfast cooking, you smell it’s in the breakup

Time just running by, while his heart is yelling «wait up!»

How they still together, but he praying that they make up

It don’t feel too good in the evening

No dinner cooked, you can smell it’s in the deceiving

Everybody home, still he feels all alone

And he did what no man should ever do.

He went through shorty phone

Smiley face, LOL

«I miss you, when I’m seeing you again boy, what the hell?»

And he replied «Hey boo, you know I miss you as well»

«I just can’t play this game no longer, now give this boy his farewell»

And she replied «I know but…»

Homie can’t read no more

Threw her iPhone on the floor and let out the most hurtful roar

Then she walk in the door and say «Baby, are you OK?»

He said «Bitch I ain’t your baby, what games is you tryna play?»

Held up her phone like, «Really, this what you doing while I’m away»

«Busting my ass, taking care of them bills that you never pay»

And all she had to say was «you went through my phone?»

It’s fine, he screaming «how 'bout the kids?», she yelling «well those is mine!»

The love turned into hate and the hate turned to despise

All in a matter of seconds he wanted her not alive

Threw his hand around her neck and squeezed, she coughing for her breath

He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest

Suddenly, she starts to feel the air restoring in her chest

His little boy is on her right side, his daughter on her left

They crying, she crying, he crying, what a mess

Looking around like «man, none of this shit is right"and so he left

Filled his gas tank up and then came flying out that hes

Driving while he’s stressed, no kind of destination, but my guess is

He ain’t care where he was going and how long it take to get there

His heart and soul was weak, he on the local street in fifth gear

I was wrong though, he knew where he was going to do and just why

He pulled up to that lake where they had met that one July

Looking in his rearview at a life that look so dry

The water seemed refreshing, so he floated

And told the world goodbye

Is love once filled in wake up

Tears steady dripping, people tripping on the way up

They view him in that casket hoping mybe he would wake up

His suit is extra sharp, they did a good job on his make-up

Don’t feel too good on this evening

A lot of dinner cooking, smell the scent of flowers breathing

Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone

Cause he did what no man should ever do.

He went through shorty phone

It’s wrong so hard

It’s wrong so hard

It’s wrong, it’s wrong

Everybody knows it’s wrong

Baby?

Baby?

The TCS telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service.

Message five-sixty-one;

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