Tyler, The Creator - Answer lyrics

(Can we talk on the phone or something)
Because when I call
(When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you i hope you answer
I hope you answer yeah, I hope you answer
I hope you answer yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you i hope you answer

Hey Dad, it's me, um
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see
My brain's splitting "Dad" isn't your name
See "Faggot"'s a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't
Have any fucks to spare you Nigerian fuck
Now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home
With a case of stairs
So you not being near fucking
Fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy
He gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to
I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But sucks you ain't give a fuck
And considered a sperm donor now
Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing
My shit to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, nigga
You a fuckin' faggot, nigga
Got a show on Monday, guess
Who ain't gettin' no passes, nigga?
But if I ever had the
Chance to ask this nigga and call him
I hope he answer

I hope you answer i hope you answer
I hope you answer yeah, I hope you answer
Because when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(Please pick up) i'd like to talk to you
(I hope you answer)

Suck my fucking dick and swallow
This case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharing green as
If I'm facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it
I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone 'til November but
Quickly came back in August
I left two months through September
To clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma
But she just nostalgia i'll call her number
But she won't answer

I hope you answer i hope you answer
I hope you answer yeah, I hope you answer
'Cause when I call (When I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
(I'd like to talk to you) i hope you answer

You claim to hate my fucking guts
But say I'm on a island in
Thailand and I was wilding
And, if I got stranded had to
Man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off
Salt water and fucking coconuts
Phone ain't got no service
This 3G is fucking worthless
Day is getting dark like
The area's turning urban
You'll be fucking nervous like me
Inside of a Church's
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
The last verse was about this girl, haha