(Chorus)
Imma call you back
Call you back
It's something I’m going through
Something through

Imma call you back
Call you back
Top of the mornin' to you
Top of the mornin' to you

[Imma call you]

(Verse)
I can’t relax
Oh, where did I go wrong?
Sweat off my back done turned to a puddle
Maybe it's capitalism and destruction
And how I feel that I'm wearing a muzzle

My breath is short
Patience even shorter
Got the ducks
The lake still isn't in order
Everything with place
Done hopped the border
Now amid the craze
I need some water

I get sick of the word "I" sometimes
That's why I ain't wanna write this wholе time
Cuz only story I had to write was all mine
Thеn I couldn't sleep until I'd fight with the rhymes

Now I’m back
Just to use the pad as a launching pad
Otherwise, I would use myself as a punching back
Otherwise it’d be on the shelf looking desolate
Ideas live high but swoop low if I'm ducking it

Might as well be on two toes like I’m Dunham
Might as well make a new prose where the cuts can live
Life is cut into to roads every other spin
Actin up like a new phone, homie- who is this?

(Chorus)