Voicemail

(albüm: Buried Alive - 2021)

[Crypt:]
(Where were you-?)

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

So many times I've cried, so many times I've hurt
So many times I've tried to die and take a ride in that long black hearse
But I called you first, but you ignored me
'Cause you knew that my life was piss-pouring, you would move to the side when it gets gory
And then you would arrive when my mood would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell you that they'll be there for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losing, they ain't nowhere to be viewed until you improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere and act like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that was braving the storms, they just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well, and they'll be quick to say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel, but you weren't there on the night I had a gun to my head
With a one way trip to Hell, so don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake, and if you don't think it's fair, then I'll say

Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

[Chris Webby:]
You see, friendships should be crystal clear, but with some of y'all, the shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck, weren't picking up when I called your cell
But then it changed and I bought a chain, and I bought a house, and I bought a Range
Now they calling back, wanting autographs for their cousin, and wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them, 'cause carrying that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them, I'm too busy counting my profits
Took my shot to explode, y'all ain't acknowledged me, so
You can still come to my shows, you'll just get charged at the door
Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones, I'm riding out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck, breaking bread, taking vacations
Ain't mad at you at all, too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick, but you should've picked up my call, yeah

[Crypt:]
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights that I sat by myself?
In my room out my mind, trying to handle my health
All alone on the phone, hoping you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes when I get your voicemail

Where were you-?
(Shovel Noises)