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Andrew Snakez - Dialtone Lyrics

[Intro]
Hello?

[Verse: Noghead]
Hey, how's it going, what it do?
Nothing much, haha, what about you?
Good, I'm chilling, I'm cool, I'm fine
IDK, J thought I'd hit your line
Um, maybe we could make amends
We could hit the bay, you could bring a couple friends
Reenact a play while we talk about our sins
Now, now is the winter of our discontent
No, wait, this was a mistake
Aight, wait, meet me by the lake
Yo, hey, maybe it's okay
No, no way, I'm in disarray
Oh, okay, maybe it's okay
No, no way, meet me by the lake
Yo, hey, maybe it's okay
No, no way, I'm into some, I'm into some
Uh, I been into some bullshit
City full of ants, lowkey I rule it
Shot that text tryna dodge that bullet
Looking for direction (This way!)
Cool it
Home this way, this way, this home
Spit that like a palindrome
Spit that like my prescence known
I spit that like I'm not alone
Kick back late, I check my phone, I
Kick back, hey, I'm on my own, yeah
Big facts wondering where I might go
Where, where I might go
Where, where I might go (Hold up)
Oddballs in the five-four-o
Y'all a bunch of sheep talking 'bout a goat
Hold up, shawty tryna hit my phone
She a ghost girl stuck on the dialtone
[Pre-Chorus: Noghead]
Baby (Don't call this line)
Baby (Calm down, you're fine)
Baby (Please just hang up)
Baby (That's it, enough)
Baby (Hel-, hel-, hel-, hello)
Baby (No-, no-, no-, no-, no one is available)
Baby (Please leave, please leave a message)
Baby (Please leave, please leave)

[Chorus: Andrew Snakez]
Don't call my phone, leave me alone
Don't call my phone, leave me alone
I don't wanna know, so leave it at the tone
I don't wanna know, so leave it at the tone
Don't call my phone, leave me alone
Don't call my phone, leave me alone
I don't wanna know, so leave it at the tone
I don't wanna know, so leave it at the tone

[Outro: Noghead]
Seven, seven, seven, I'm the luckiest alive
Though I'm always frightened by that five-five-five
Tides turn fast and these people turn strange
Fuck a two cents cause I don't like change, I'm
Seven, seven, seven, I'm the luckiest alive
Though I'm always frightened by that five-five-five
Tides turn fast and these people turn strange
Fuck a two cents cause I, I, I, I, I