OLD SHIT (Intro)

Telefone tell em' bout my vertebra As crooked like my smile was But braces got me hella straight As if I were the quickest distance between Two points. Align me holy in the cherry field Am I a hero for saving myself? Telefone tell em' I ain't saved yet Telefone tell em' I sat and drank Whiskey With the sun until the day left. Just Like papa, just like MF DOOM If I'm majestic like a star Or a gypsy Telefone, why you don't ring no more? Who hit me up the other day? Was it a label? No No...just the alarm