Pick Up The Phone

Why won’t you pick up the phone, two minutes on the way home Riding while I’m clutching the tech, but I’m still strapped with the chrome Shawty be repping the set, two shots then I’ll be gone I'm never chasing a bitch, but I’ll walk you down to your throne I even made you my queen, all eyes when you step to the scene You told me to chill on the lean, wasn’t listening I’ll keep it a bean You was really my queen, I’m talking queen to my slim You said I was your star, even when my shine was still dim Now I don’t know what to do, you gone and you left with no clue Now I’m fighting my demons, like I got something to prove You was Pulling my strings, tryna get me back in my groove Treesha just sent me the addy, don’t know if I’m in the mood Baby just pick up the phone, open up girl I know that you home One more shot of the liquor, I think I’m well in the zone I know we got tension right now, but I don’t like being alone So just let me come in, and take back my place on your throne