Budman. - Hayley's Song

I’m in the loneliest place, I can’t keep holding in rage
I threw my phone to the pavement ‘cause my phone doesn’t ring
The only people who holler at me just want marijuana
Sadly my friends are not available, they’re focused on grades
I’ve been alone for seven months and I’ve been sober for days
You’re talking to the dude who used to smoke an O to the face
Probably going insane because this information has nowhere to go but my brain
Keep hoping for my phone to vibrate
But the fact of the matter is no one can cope with my pain
I’ve been alone for seven months and I’ve been sober for days
But anyone who’d give a shit is sick of hoping I’d change
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
I’d go to jail for my friends
I’d go to bat for my friends
I’d take a bat to someone’s back
Bend over backwards for my friends
Empty my bank for my friends
I’d slap a cactus for my friends
And I’m a vegan but I’d kill a fuckin' animal for them
But they can’t handle my little shitty decisions
An itty-bitty addiction
Is that why no one’s really willing to listen
‘Cause they know I’mma hit ‘em with really vivid depictions
I’ll take that as a hint that i’m really lyrically gifted
So maybe what your boy is hoping to gain
Is a throne in the game and the respect you’ll owe me as king
So maybe when you see I’m dope on the stage
You’ll all become my groupies so that you can soak in my fame
I’ve been alone for seven months and I’ve been sober for days
But with no one around, who’s gonna know the fucking difference
Fucking difference
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
So here’s the judgement
Here’s what I’ve assessed
Smoking cess seven times a day is not the best for copping friends
‘Cause while you care about your buds
They only care about your bud
And the ones who care about you don’t wanna see you on drugs, so they turn around and run
They leave you with one
Manipulative motherfucker, I don’t need to go on
So you write a whole song
You come up with some hot lines
But your friends are all gone and they don’t wanna run hotlines
I tried to spit this for my brother twenty-some odd times
But he was like, stop it there man
my days going fine
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone
Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the
I’ve been alone for seven months and I’ve been sober for days
But anyone who’d give a shit is sick of hoping I’d change

Written by:
Ezra Budman

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