michael fulton - pick up lyrics
[verse 1]
a few weeks ago i called you
and i don’t know why you keep on lettin’ it f-ckin’ ring
shoulda ripped it off your finger, shoulda hit you with the ringer
shoulda told ya that i hate ya, shoulda took you to the cleaners
i don’t know why you’re doin’ this sh-t to me no more
it’s like i already told you, lets go get a divorce
but b-tch, y’know i hate to use force
a jedi mindtrick, you’re using, but you never ever could just stay the course
why’s it so bad to be happily married?
why’s it so bad to be happily carried?
why’s it so bad to be knowing the future
when you got someone payin’ for it all
but then you leave him and you stabbed him in the back
and twisted the knife and ruined his life
you’re k!llin’ the wife, you’re wastin’ his time
you’re makin’ him cry, and then you’re makin’ him write
f-ck…
it’s about makin’ it happen, it’s about makin’ it rappin’
it’s about makin’ a scene, can’t you let me follow my dreams
can’t you let me handle my sh-t, like a f-ckin’ toilet, b-tch
sh-t’s gettin’ clogged so i came and i started plungin’ this ish
gotta manhandle the life, got manhandle the time
gotta manhandle the guy cause he’s f-ckin’ losin’ his mind
he wants to be a f-ckin’ rapper, cause he’s got some f-ckin’ idols
that used to say the sh-t he thought because they used to be just like him
they used to be a nerd, they used to read the dictionary
got their posters on the wall, and every cd on the rotary
his lexicons is m-ssive like a…
well, he didn’t think that f-ckin’ far because he’s learnin’ how to master it
can’t ever ask for favors, prays to do it on his own
so afraid to be a stepping stone, he wants the f-ckin’ throne
doesn’t wanna be jester, and he’ll never want one either
what he’s so f-ckin’ afraid of is some sleezy one–ss-nighter
he wants the to taste the fame, he can see the limelight
cause he knows if he could dance, he could do it just right
he could do it on time, he could do it like mike
so just give him the mic and let the motherf-cker f-ckin’ fight
[spoken]
i just want a shot…. that’s… all i want. honestly
[skit]
c’mon… pick up the phone, man… c’mon
pick up the phone…
we’ve gotta get this sh-t going…
why the f-ck are you not picking up?
oh my god…
oh my god!
here we are, we gotta f-ckin’ make a song and you’re not f-ckin’ pickin up the phone, come on!
just come on!
i’m gunna try again…
are you f-cking kidding me? straight to voicemail?
are you f-cking kidding me?
[verse 2]
i can do it myself
i can do it myself
i keep tellin’ myself that i can do it myself
don’t need n0body else
don’t need n0body’s help
i keep tellin’ myself i need n0body else
it’s a f-ckin’ climb, but i ain’t ready to peak
i’m ’bout to make bread, b-tch, i rise like yeast
i’m ’bout to break bread, i got a mouth to feed
i ain’t ready to die, but i’m dead inside
i’m seein’ f-ckin’ mumble rappers make the top 8 charts
i’m seein’ stupid motherf-ckers drive expensive cars
when they can’t say sh-t, they couldn’t pen if they wished
somebody threw ’em a line, but i was taught to fish
hooks in their mouth, they at a loss for words
it’s why someone writes ’em all, b-tches live a he-rs-
i might be dead inside, but i’m alive and well
wait for 2019, when i give the world h-ll
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