Phone

[Intro] This is a story about love About the beauty of having it And about the agony of losing it [Verse 1] Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be He kept food on their 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 on his 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 and by 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 [Verse 2] 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 cook, you can smell the scent of deceiving Everybody home, still he feels all alone And he did waht no man should ever do: He went through shorty phone [Verse 3] 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 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, "how 'bout the kids?", she yelled "well those is mine!" The love turned into hate and hate turned to despise All in a matter of seconds he wanted her not alive Threw his hand around her neck and squeeze, she coughing for her breath He lost it, wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest Suddenly, she feels 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 "none of this shit is right" and so he left Filled his gas tank up and then came flying out the Hess Driving while he's stressed, no 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 one the local streets in fifth gear I was wrong though, he knew where he was going and just why He pulled up to that lake they had met that one july Looking in his rearview at a life that look so dry The water seemed refreshing, so he floored it And told the world goodbye [Bridge] His loved ones filled his 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 with his makeup [Bridge 2] 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 [Bridge 3: ???] It's wrong so hard It's wrong so hard It's wrong, it's wrong Everybody knows it's wrong [Outro] Baby? Baby? (The [???] telephone number you dialed is temporarily not in service Message five-sixty-one; Three)