Flip-Phone

Hello sun It's me again I woke up from the slumber of the dead I kind of wanna go back to bed now I really hate how bright the sun is But one day, it's gonna shut off on us And I'm gone say, "Sun, what the f*ck?" Depression creepin' in It's lookin' pretty dim And I've got 55 different people on my mind Will they answer their phones? I know they got the new iphone And I'm still on my flip phone So how do I call up their phones? Depression creepin' in It's lookin' pretty dim And I just wanna say bye to my nana She's slowly dying Don't even know if she'll remember my name Dementia prone I might be next and that's insane