K-os - Mr. Telephone Man lyrics

I keep it rocking now
Knocking on heaven's door
Looking for answers from a
Femme fatale hardcore what am I looking for?
I just don't know
I orchestrate flows but not for dough
And really though
I got a triple seven area code
From the side of the road
About way past suppertime
Bust a rhyme on her to alleviate the drama
But the more that I explore her
It's double I feel ignore her
Ant on the hill, a worker bee to the queen
Of vocabulary arts burning hearts
Of human beings
True human becoming I'm running
But cunning the number one stunner
Persona is chaseable making one replaceable
And damn every time I think
I want to face her
With some tickets to the ball
Standing in the elevator
On my way to her palace I
Get up to the seventh floor
Then jet to the fire exit
Door with faith no more

Mr telephone Man won't you help
Me with my line when I call the triple seven
I get machine every time
And I wonder if it's possible
You're playing with my mind
And I really want to know
You won't you please, give me a sign
And whoa it's a long way down
Said whoa it's a long way down
From the fall from grace

We went from pagers, beepers, phones
To creepers
Ringtones, text messages, not reaching
Speaking close all up in my receiver
Afraid to meet in person
The dial tone deceiver
Pick up, hang up, break up, banger
Man I wanna press every button Atlanta
Area code South Beach number I forgot it
We cross bionic style exotic forget about it
Now here's what I'm thinking
Is this ship sinking?
While we're dancing and drinking
Could we be at the brink and?
Mr telephone Man I call you every night
You never answer my call I'm
Starting to get uptight
I guess I'll keep rhyming designing
And flipping the script
And dancing on my own time
In my own mind but wait
It seems this Mr telephone Man
Is a woman with a man in
The palm of her hand damn

Mr telephone Man won't you help
Me with my line when I call the triple seven
I get machine every time
And I wonder if it's possible
You're playing with my mind
And I really want to know
You won't you please, give me a sign
And whoa it's a long way down
Said whoa it's a long way down
From the fall from grace
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic don't grab it off
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic don't grab it off
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic don't grab it off
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic don't grab it off