Crypt, Chris Webby - Voicemail lyrics

(Where were you-?)

Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail

So many times I've cried
So many times I've hurt
So many times I've tried to die and take
A ride in that long black hearse
But I called you first, but you ignored me
'Cause you knew that my
Life was piss-pouring
You would move to the side when it gets gory
And then you would arrive when my mood
Would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell
You that they'll be
There for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losin'
They ain't nowhere to be viewed until
You improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden
They come out of nowhere and act
Like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that
Was bravin' the storms
They just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well
And they'll be quick to
Say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel
But you weren't there on the night I
Had a gun to my head
With a one way trip to Hell
So don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake, and
If you don't think it's fair
Then I'll say

Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail

You see, friendships should be crystal clear
But with some of y'all
The shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all
Ain't give a fuck
Weren't pickin' up when I called your cell
But then it changed and I bought a
Chain, and I bought a house
And I bought a Range
Now they callin' back, wantin'
Autographs for their cousin
And wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm
Still pissed at them
'cause carryin' that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them
I'm too busy countin' my profit's
Took my shot to explode
Y'all ain't acknowledged me, so
You can still come to my shows
You'll just get charged at the door
Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones
I'm ridin' out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck, breakin' bread
Takin' vacations ain't mad at you at all
Too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick, but
You should've picked up my call, yeah

Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail

Where were you-? (Shovel Noises)