Trunk

You gotta ring me up to Pick me up and Rinse me off Bring me sun I haven't seen the sky for 60 sum Yeah You gotta ring me up to Man Alright I metamorphed all my memories Into Melodies 'specially All of the ones that took rest My lids might never close I pray for peace in soul I pray my momma still call me No I don't call back but as soon As I can smile I'll hit ya line up I've kept my curtain closed For half a month or so My horoscope done told me Hope's 'round the corner But I Barely leave out the crib That's paranoia for ya And I've been Skipping classes Not only that I owe my folks back least a Couple racks and That's 25 a year on strictly Education taxes If this don't workout Guess I'm going back to grocery Bagging Hopeful thinking Man That job was bout my closest to F*ck Everything Foreal And still You gotta ring me up to Pick me up And rinse me off Bring me sun I haven't seen the sky for 60 sum Yeah You gotta ring me up to Pick me up And rinse me off Bring me sun I haven't seen the sky for 60 sum Yeah I haven't seen the sky for 60 Something days Because I Can't live this life of mine off 9 To 5 And weekend nights Club hopping Seeking vice From something in my cup Washing Down my tears seeing lights Liquidizing my fears Pray that my momma don't find Me Cause I've been drowning in this Drank That taste like cinnamon Listen hon You know that you have no Business here Specially this close to Christmas Plus it's a Tuesday It's just a Tuesday It's just a Tuesday Yeah And still You gotta ring me up to Pick me up and Rinse me off Bring me sun I've haven't seen the sky for 60 Sum Yeah You gotta You gotta ring me up to Pick me up and Rinse me off Bring me sun Yeah I haven't seen the sky for 60 sum Days momma I haven't seen the sky for 60 Something days I need the summer I need ya summer