Because when i call (when i call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I’d like to talk to you
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, i hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, i hope you answer
Because when i call
I hope you pick up your phone
I’d like to talk to you
I hope you answer
Hey dad, it’s me, um…
Oh, i’m tyler, i think i’d be your son
Sorry, i called you the wrong name, see, my brain’s splitting
“dad” isn’t your name, see “faggot”‘s a little morе fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain’t have any f#cks to sparе
You nigerian f#ck, now i’m stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
So you not being near f#cking fire-started my damn career
But f#ck it, i got clancy, he gave me the chance to see
A world i wasn’t supposed to, i’m stoked that i didn’t know you
But sucks you ain’t give a f#ck and considered a sperm donor now
f#ck is an okonma? i’m changing my sh#t to haley
And i just ain’t being passive, n#gg#
You a f#ckin’ faggot, n#gg#
Got a show on monday, guess who ain’t gettin’ no passes, n#gg#?
But if i ever had the chance to ask this n#gg#
And call him
I hope he answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, i hope you answer
Because when i call (when i call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (please pick up)
I’d like to talk to you
Suck my f#cking dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, i’m a selfish f#ck
And i ain’t sharing green as if i’m facing blunts
Frank is out the closet, hodgy’s an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but f#ck it, i couldn’t call it
Supposed to be gone ’til november but quickly came back in august
I left two months through september to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I’ll call her number
But she won’t answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
Yeah, i hope you answer
’cause when i call (when i call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
I hope you answer
You claim to hate my f#cking guts
But say i’m on a island in thailand and i was wilding
And, if i got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that i could live off salt water and f#cking coconuts
Phone ain’t got no service, this 3g is f#cking worthless
Day is getting dark like the area’s turning urban
You’ll be f#cking nervous like me inside of a church’s
But, i’ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
The last verse was about this girl, haha
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Tyler, The Creator Lyrics – Phone Call