Lupe Fiasco, Sebastian Lundberg - Pick Up the Phone lyrics

Uhh, I just need a minute
To replenish who I am
And who I am is so dependent
On exactly where we stand
I stand in any pose, anythin' but tippy-toes
Don't want you to feel smaller, always taller
Now I'm a cheerleader, she a baller
The difference in height isn't aight
I left my ego at the altar
Now every ring's a sting and
Everythin' I taught ya
Is comin' back around to me
Just like revolvers
And every single click is
Just hammerin' it home
Who knew Russian Roulette involved
Answerin' the phone?
Until my signal dwindles or my
Channel is in roam
Or my cellphone dies or it's
Cancer in my dome and dear nix the tone
As I pour my fuckin’ pain out
One of your short nodes
Might blow my fuckin' brains out
But, you ain't even pick up
Talkin' to myself, exactly what you sick of

Feeling kinda restless
Did you get my message?
It's swirling around and so (yeah, c'mon)
No, don't tell me that you care (uh huh)
When I know you're standing there (yeah)
I left the story of my
Life on your answering machine
(what's up? yeah)

Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, are you there?
Hello, would you pick up the phone?
Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, are you there?
(yeah, are you there? Are you
There? Are you there?)
Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?

We were like
"If a tree falls in the forest and
No one is around
Does it really make a sound?"
That's romantic and profound, but now
We're like lumberjacks holdin' the axes
That brung it down
So I'm now on your message
Talkin' 'bout "Remember?"
Silence in return, that sound like 'Timber!"
There's some that can't see the
Forest because they're liars
But, I can't see the forest
'cause of the fire and in our prehistorics
The flowers was rootin' for us
Brontosaurus ate the flowers
T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus
And then the T-Rex turned around
And ate the florist
That's why I lost my FTD endorsements
But that's really not important
My sadness' a snitch, my melancholy informant
Despair wears a wire
My longin' rappin' a song my worry is a rat
My lonely tappin' the phone

Feeling kinda restless
Did you get my message?
It's swirling around and so
(uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
I wanna give you reasons (yeah)
Tell you what I'm feeling
But none of these lines are secure (nah)
No, don't tell me that you care (uh huh)
When I know you're standing there (yeah)
I left the story of my
Life on your answering machine
(what else? Uh, huh)
My tears run off your shoes (yeah)
Like waters from a goose (uh)
You try to wash off all the dirt
But, your hands aren't getting clean

Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, are you there?
Hello, would you pick up the phone?
Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, are you there?
(are you there? Are you
There? Are you there?)
Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?

The make-believers on receivers as you
Sit back and observe
As the rubber curly cord just
Absorbs all my words
Will you collect us then connect us
Or neglect us on the whole? Into the wall
Then cross the wires on the telephone poles
Then bounces off the towers
Then up into the satellites
Then falls down back to Earth to bring
A broken heart back to life
Happens all the time
Lost an appetite and lack of sleep
If it's dead and flatten line
I'll leave a message at the beep

Hello, can you hear me?
Hello, are you there?
(Hello, are you there? yeah)
Hello, would you pick up the phone? (Come on)
Hello, can you hear me? (Come on)
Hello, are you there? (Come on)
Hello, would you pick up the phone?
Would you pick up the phone?
Would you pick up the phone?
Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?