Woorden:
Phone Calls From Home Connected

So I'll stop, just stop, start it Cause you're always on my mind You keep me, keep me wanting In hopes that i could find Staring down the front door

It's okay, hey. She's falling apart Looking for a reason to love She's lying on the floor Thinking about the moment it all went wrong From breakups

She locks up all those tears On her bed, the door closed So she?s all alone Halfway through her sophomore year The pressure?s cut to the bone Overwhelmed

You can see it in my eyes i'm letting life slip right on by but every moment i disregard keeps taking it's sweet time pins and needles, mindsets, goals

ll cut the ties on our romance and You crossed the line I gave you too many chances Tonight, I?m over you Cut me down over the phone again Keep me defending

get connected? I need some love and affection, baby I'll call you on the phone I hope that I get through If you're in the mood and on the phone Here

You have a call from an inmate in a correctional facility Inmate, state your name, Darren This phone call may be monitored and recorded Press 3 if you

me to cross the border? well come on baby (Boobonic) They call me A.J., A.K.A. Ant Jones and aye, the AK tear bones, Homes seldomely ever talk over cell phones

at her like yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em? you know our ethnicity Car note, rent, don't forget electricity Internet, cable, and the phone all connected