Dial tone I hit your phone
No response I lost your touch
In the mud yea I give up
Xans no longer perk me up
Hit me up please don't do that
Left me in the past
My heart was made of glass
Seen right through it
Didn't notice when you took it
You so fluent sly how you do it
In the coup I'm zooming
Swerving I'm a nuisance
Slit wrist don't need your 2 cents
We all dying in the end
We all dying in the end