Text Me Back - TQX, Kool A.D., Sirah

Why can’t you text me back my mind one track

Mind one track, my mind one track

My mind one track, mind one track

My mind one track

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash

I’m hella busy though, bone, bone, bone

Quit blowing up the phone, phone, phone

You need to leave the kid alone, lone, lone

You see playing a hell different zone, zone, zones

You see that I’m working

I see you be lurking for D

Chirpin' at V

Thirsty ain’t working for me

Baby I’m certainly free

Imma see you later that’s a certainty, certainly

Playful like your fat uncle Erwin be

Brah, you know we stay stackin' hella currency

Why can’t you

Why can’t you text me back

Why can’t you

Why can’t you text me back

We’re all caught up in illusion

Y’all thirsty for the blueprint

Ridin' round town with that new shit

Just to prove that you makin' moves, yeah

Go ahead and flex with the rolley

Making calls with a stack, oh yeah

All I see is fake, yeah you phony

I don’t care what you say no way

Why can’t you text me back my mind one track you’re causing that, so slack

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash

Y’all ain’t never seen anything like me

Hit you with the visine paint job

Cool A-rod the based god

I don’t even gotta say pause, I’m trill

Psychedelic poetic gotta somewhere to be!

I can’t call you back, imma do it later

Understand that you fuckin' with a true player

Running round town big bossing like a mayor

Moves that’s major shoot like lazers

Kool go crazzer glued to the paper

Hella layers of cake, rivers and lakes and various waterfalls

Piranha type snap back just like a cap and what nizzot

Why can’t you text me back my mind one track you’re causing that, so slack

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash

You must really think that I’m not that smart

Text unread why you playing with my heart

Three dots… what you got bodies in your car?

Livin' la vida love guess I was a mark

My tweets subliminal

Why you so difficult

You kill my vibe

Your actions criminal

I know that you know that I know you lie

You said your phone dead your Instagram live

Nah wait, hold up, I got some money on the other line

Yeah rap click back, what up bitch?

Oh shit — I mean what up chick

What is it?

Look, I gotta little more money on the line

Yo cutty what ya doin' mate I’m fine

True man, I’m lyin'

What I say about last time about the 9?

What 9?

Never mind, yo hold up one minute

I be dealin' with the queen, peace, click!

Why can’t you text me back my mind one track you’re causing that, so slack

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash

Why can’t you text me back my mind one track you’re causing that, so slack

Keep your phone in ya back pack, half assed less you been in a car crash