Jean Deaux – Speakerphone (Trust Issues) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
I hold my weight, don't weigh me down
Say it, don't break it down
I'm not your bae
Brought 'em 'round, send 'em on ways
Oh, bring it down
'Fore I put you in the hallway

[Verse 1]
Pray for my enemies
I end up drinkin' this Hennessy
I X-ray'd through all the jealousy
My pastor tell me don't smoke no weed
I'm tryna think that it's benefi-
God and the blood is my centerpiece
You touch the hair, then I'm at your head
Shit can get freaky, no Petey P.

[Pre-Chorus]
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all
Kill 'em all, you got to kill 'em all
Say no more, say no more
Say no more, you don't gotta say no more

[Chorus]
Turn the lights
How do I know if you seeing wrong?
I know you planning to tell a lie
I wear my power, you see it on
How can I sacrifice?
They never planning on staying long
I know they hear what I'm saying, though
You better put it on speakerphone

[Verse 2]
Envisioning the roadway
Let a nigga know I'm not a throw away
One day I'ma dip, I'ma go away
Audemars, Lisbon, send up my beaujolais
I want a love like it's poetry
And he gotta love that I'm a force
Little black book like my Coltrane
When I'm touched like this, feel like you my soulmate
If it's not what I need, babe
Compliment space
Sometimes all I see is gray
Cloud fill my gaze
Don't need you pushin' me away
Fill me up, drain
You know that's why I keep gates

[Pre-Chorus]
Kill 'em all
Wait, wait...
Kill 'em all
Wait, wait...

[Chorus]
Turn the lights
How do I know if you seeing wrong?
I know you planning to tell a lie
I wear my power, you see it on
How can I sacrifice?
They never planning on staying long
I know they hear what I'm saying, though
You better put it on speakerphone

[Outro]
(Hello, please leave a message after the tone)
I know that you saw me fucking calling you, and you know that I was calling you because you pressed decline. Now, I already know that your niggas and that bitch is in the front seat and I already know your phone is hooked up to mothafuckin' bluetooth, so when you play this mothafuckin' voicemail back, make sure you play it on mothafuckin' speakerphone, so everybody in the car can hear that you got me all the way fucked up