Somebody Take My Phone

I just dump my problems in this ashtray Thinking bout' the sex I'm bout' to have today If the devil wears Prada she my Anne Hathaway Incense burning, yeah it's just another Saturday All my problems in this ashtray We the type to make movies in the daytime like matinee's Rain pouring on the window Gray clouds on both sides from backwoods of this indo When I'm lonely somebody should take my phone When I drink too much somebody should take my phone Days like these somebody should take my phone I'm typing right…somebody should take my phone I never needed money for you to lose your morals In private we freaks but in public never cordial We met in our past lives, your attachment is immortal That's why you can't let me go I like my bitch a little ghetto I like the pussy at hello You gotta want me bad to keep this dog in the kennel You too bad to settle, I treat love like a rental And yeah you bad girl but what makes you special? Cus' the traumas that I got can't be solved with a shrink When you're great but crazy from all the thoughts that you think I'm like a clean house with dishes in the sink Yeah, I'm never perfect but I'm fly in this mink Girl how you plan to tame a canine? I can't be in my prime and cuffed at the same time But we can go see Bron with views from the baseline Trust, you gon' need more than your looks to gain mine Dinner at Tao, I got the check? I need money to gain your respect? You're one of them, just what I expect Espresso martini for the photo dump Sending pics to your close friends anytime we get a little one on one You remind me of what I lost You remind me how much it cost You remind me I can't get soft You remind me to keep my guard up You gotta want me, want me, want me bad What can you give me I ain't had? You talk all that shit that you ain't bout, like you "gon' leave" but that's what you ain't bout, huh? I just dump my problems in this ashtray Thinking bout' the sex I'm bout' to have today If the devil wears Prada she my Anne Hathaway Incense burning, yeah it's just another Saturday All my problems in this ashtray We the type to make movies in the daytime like matinee's Rain pouring on this window Gray clouds on both sides from backwoods of this indo When I'm lonely somebody should take my phone When I drink too much somebody should take my phone Days like these somebody should take my phone I'm typing right…somebody come take my phone