Voicemail

Nold on, let me try callin' one more time Come on, pick up man, fuck I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? I'm calling God, leaving voicemails I know your there, I need to talk before my voice fails Before your boy bails 'Cause they be taking all the fun away I'm listening to Say Goodbye to Hollywood and run away I guess be careful what you wish for, right? You say the truth and they come at you with pitch forks, right? I'm in Copenhagen, overthinking Every single moment, pacing 'Round and 'round the room Its 4:00 AM, I'm at the phone just waiting For your call, I need a pep talk, God It's getting harder to keep going, I need a rest stop, God I swear none of these massages get the stress off, God Sometimes I swear I want to get a gun and let off, God Aim it right at my enemies Make the devil obey me They tryna kill me Can you blame me for the thoughts I have lately? I know it sounds crazy That's why I call daily Please don't betray me God can you save me? (Pick up) I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? Family issues make success bitter sweet Sometimes a cold shoulder is the only way to deliver heat Thats the situation that I'm in with my dad Me and my mom dip quick No one lives with my dad Yeah it's sad but he brought it on himself Last time we talked, we didn't talk, we just yelled He knows he got issues, he told me he's getting help Told dad I got to put the relationship on the shelf Deal with what I've dealt Welp, boohoo right? I shouldn't care 'cause I got houses and some new coupes, right? But money's not an adhesive that can take all the pieces Of a broken family and put them back together Arenas ain't as loud as inner turmoil Get to the roots, replace any burnt soil While the world boils over fake problems with me I just need sixty, seconds Yo god, hit me (please record your message) I been calling tryna get a hold of you, you (yeah, yeah) Feeling lost and I don't know what to do So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? So can you can you get back to me? Fuck I guess I'ma just keep calling One of these days you gonna pick up, hopefully Yeah --- Voicemail - Russ