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Phone Calls From Home Wait To See This

t wait to see this I've waited all these years to be on my own To feel so alive I'll say it again and I'll set it right Wait to see this I've waiting

you got my back, right?) This is for the women who man caught a sentence Who gon' be there for a minute but they didn't keep their distance They stayed home waiting on the phone

Call, call my name Call it, call my name I've heard your voice this morning Calling out my name It had been so long, since I've heard That it didn't

on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager And my home phone

in love with a stank hoe Now you're blowin up her cell phone and she won't answer Trippin for a dude like a dancer And that's sick like cancer Man this

I dedicate this to my niggaz gone You know the type that just try to keep a steak On the table while they home I dedicate this to my niggaz gone This

pitchin this o That one get split and broke to halves And this one his o And that one is his And this o im baggin and this one This o the last The

it, bump it. To my beautiful, uhh. This is my beautiful, uhh. This is my beautiful, uhh. Attention Deficit. Yeaa'. This is my beautiful, uhh. This is my beautiful, uhh. This

And when I'm on the phone you know, I wanna be home 'Cause that's the one and only spot where I really belong You know I love callin' you the preacher