Joell Ortiz, GiGi Daái - Phone lyrics

This is a story about love
About the beauty of having it
And about the agony of losing it

Nah, those ain't his kids
But shit they might as well be
He kept food on that table
Made sure they was nice and healthy
They got a dead-beat father
But such a stand-up daddy
He can't figure out why his
Children's mom is so unhappy
He notice little things
She starting arguments more often
And he ain't coming home to that
Plate of food like before when
Everything was new and every night
Was tender love and care
Now he laying on his side
She way the fuck over there
Can't even look in his eyes
Missing the way she stared
As he told her how he felt
While his fingers ran through her hair
No communication
Their whole relationship's hi and by
He used to hate shopping with her
Now everything's buying fly
The other day he asked himself
"you just sitting here crying, why?"
Them tears won't make you see things clear
Nigga dry your eyes y'all best friends
This was built on a lot of loving
You wanna get back to the top
Get to the bottom of this

It don't feel too good on the wake up
No breakfast cooking
You can smell the scent of breakup
Time just running by
While his heart is yelling "wait up!"
How they still together
But he praying that they make up
It don't feel too good in the evening
No dinner cook
You can smell the scent of deceiving
Everybody home, still he feels all alone
And he did what no man should ever do:
He went through shorty phone

Smiley face, LOL
I miss you, when I'm seeing you again boy
What the hell? And he replied "Hey boo
You know I miss you as well"
I just can't play this game no longer
Now give this boy his farewell
And she replied "I know but"
Homie can't read no more
Threw her iPhone on the floor and
Let out the most hurtful roar
Then she walk in the door and say "Baby
Are you OK?"
He said "Bitch I ain't your baby
What games you tryna play?"
Held up her phone like "really
This what you doing while I'm away
Busting my ass
Taking care of them bills that you never pay"
And all she had to say was
"you went through my phone?"
It's fine, he screaming "how 'bout the kids?"
She yelled "well those is mine!"
The love turned into hate and
Hate turned to despise
All in a matter of seconds
He wanted her not alive
Threw his hand around her neck and squeeze
She coughing for her breath he lost it
Wants to lay her in that coffin for a rest
Suddenly, she feels the air
Restoring in her chest
His little boy is on her right side
His daughter on her left
They crying, she crying, he crying
What a mess looking around like "man
None of this shit is right" and so he left
Filled his gas tank up and then
Came flying out the Hess
Driving while he's stressed, no
Kind of destination, but my guess is
He ain't care where he was going and
How long it took to get there
His heart and soul was weak
He on the local streets in fifth gear
I was wrong though
He knew where he was going and just why
He pulled up to that lake where
They had met that one July
Looking in his rearview at a
Life that look so dry
The water seemed refreshing, so he floored it
And told the world goodbye

His loved ones filled his wake up
Tears steady dripping
People tripping on the way up
They view him in that casket hoping
Maybe he would wake up
His suit is extra sharp
They did a good job with his makeup

Don't feel too good on this evening
A lot of dinner cooking
Smell the scent of flowers breathing
Packed funeral home, still he feels all alone
Cause he did what no man should ever do:
He went through shorty phone

It's wrong so hard it's wrong so hard
It's wrong, it's wrong
Everybody knows it's wrong

Baby? Baby?
(The telephone number you dialed is
Temporarily not in service
Message five-sixty-one Three)