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Phone Calls From Home Crazy

alright Tell me I'm just fine Cause I think I'm going crazy I'm losing faith, I find it in your eyes Maybe I'll spend the night, I need you to save me From

call my crib to see seventy-four Kick rhymes over the phone for hours he had the dac Babe bro told him, 'You wanna get money, see black When you get home

is so smokey that I almost fall off I start inhalin' it, I'm tryin' not to cough They wanna tap my phone wanna keep my crib bugged Call all my homes,

the phone, who is this? Frank, listen turn the music down Hold on, didn't I tell you not to talk to me I'm on the phone! You know when I'm on the phone

'm through Watch me show you gangsta Any other night I'll be rocking Sports Center T-shirt Ponytail with my slippers Probably callin' your phone asking when you coming home

her alone, girl She keep callin' me, callin' me, I try to leave her alone But she keep callin' me, callin' me and I gotta go, said I gotta go She keep callin' me, callin

the run in when their comin', when I'm rollin' in my home A son of a bitch, I gotta cough, cough in the summer Love of thug nigga, from my calico, I felt

Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla

Girls dressed alike lookin' like they cloned up Same nights I wouldn't pick my phone up And you was thinkin' "Damn boy, grow up!" And I could still hear her leavin' Crazy