't we talk again Oh, why can't we talk again Don't leave me hangin' on the telephone Don't leave me hangin' on the telephone It's good to hear your voice
on your plate And you know and you know You should really stick around Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang
week Underneath this avalanche of golden teeth It's like my chest is caving in A starch black dress on a CEO And as you stretch your skin for another
suck a hole Gif wise tongue - dead gone monotone It's all around your big white ears A life in the day - dream on dreamin' on Milk my mind - keep on keepin' on
skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream. By birth I am other than this. The mosquitoes rejoice in my skin. The lizard is on
with the cups I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday writing in the van in the back lot I never made it in never really can tell friend these days telephone
glory She's just in it for the art, her part Every day, I'm waitin' by the telephone Every day, you keep me hangin' on But while you're away, I think
of my ebony pole rests between my knees so they don't knock together when I sleep on my side at night. I'm well hung like a grand wizard hanging from a telephone
drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4) And now the telephone
float from the sky like it's raining lies. Tonight my lungs are hanging from a telephone wire, choking on the broken digits of a dial tone. (Tonight telephone
, I'll drink their wine Tonight, I'm gonna have a good time Hangin' on the telephone as if it were my friend Cravin' some of that sweetness on the other
and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear Is the one telling me those other people, don't let anybody near No don't let anybody near (x4) And now the telephone
rain drizzles on my tongue. Vagabond ballroom, is my home! Sixteen floors, 7000 rooms. Vagabond ballroom [x2] Vagabond ballroom we're dancing, On the floor slowly shifting like skin
I wrote the verse on a triple double Tuesday Riding in the van in the back lot I never made it in, never really can tell the friends these days Telephone
Let it be known, Kid Capri is on Tell a friend on your motherfucking telephone [ CHORUS ] [ Verse 4: Taheim ] I put rappers into trauma from my microphone drama I'm new on
on your plate And you know, and you know... You should really stick around Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by Hang by, hang by ... Hang by, hang
