Mike Wells - Bell You Later Lyrics

Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words
Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words
Pen is in my hands, I'll be damned if I ever stop
I've been blotting the ink with every letter dropped
Might ponder and think until I'm in a dream
Heads in the clouds, where I'm feeling free
Switch flows composed within my sleep
Provoke growth, promoting what I speak
I'm here for the love, I'm here for the peace
I wear my heart proud, while it's on my sleeve
All aboard the train of my brain
A tour of the thoughts I think awake late
First stop, musical notes you'll find most
Then we move to the groove, we're smooth and just coast
To your left are hi-hats and drums
A one-way ticket to my mind rhythms
Glance to your right, you'll find a couple words
And the destination is the end of the verse
Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words
Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, while I put my soul in these words
Within my belly is a fire I can never put out
The flames licking on my brain as I'm scribbling out
Denouncing the feeling that's been pinning me down
So for now, I'm delivering a lyrical sound
Man, I've been looking for answers
Seeking out the meaning that I'm trying to recapture
I'm still dealing with the cards I'm dealt
While I'm running from my feelings that I can't repel
That I'm still trying to numb
Suppressing any stress with a swig of the rum
You see, it's all just a balancing act
Between rambling raps and more panic attacks
But for today, we're blessed
To make noise with our voice and evade the dread
And you can bet, that when record is pressed
The love flows from above through the words I've said
Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, While I put my soul in these words
Don't text my phone and don't call home, I've been sick to death of this work
So I look for peace in each pen stroke, While I put my soul in these words