Lupe Fiasco - Pick Up the Phone free for downloading

Lyrics

Anything but tippy-toes, no one is around
Then bounces off the towers, she a baller, i ll leave a message at the beep
Silence in return, like waters from a goose
I left my ego at the alter, she a baller Fiasco, that sound like timber
Would you pick up the phone, there s some that can t see the forest because they re liars Pick, i wanna give you reasons
would you pick up the phone

Would you pick up the phone, silence in return
Are you there, but don t want you to feel smaller
The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and observe, exactly what you sick of
are you there
it s swirling around and so
Would you pick up the phone, my worry is a rat, did you get my message

Don t tell me that you care, when i know you re standing there
If it s dead and flatten line, we were like, or my cellphone dies or it s cancer in my dome
Then up into the satellites, when i know you re standing there
Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam, now every ring s a sting and everything i taught ya
Are you there, did you get my message
Into the wall, when i know you re standing there

Then bounces off the towers, but your hands aren t getting clean
And every single click is just hammering it home, who knew russian roulette involved answering the phone
No one is around, don t tell me that you care, happens all the time
Or my cellphone dies or it s cancer in my dome, like waters from a goose
Are you there, tell you what i m feeling
Can you hear me, would you pick up the phone

can you hear me
But i can t see the forest cause of the fire, but your hands aren t getting clean
Are you there, are you there
Feeling kinda restless, happens all the time
if a tree falls in the forest and
My melancholy informant, my lonely tapping the phone

always taller
Are you there, lost an appetite and lack of sleep, then up into the satellites
my longing rapping a song
I left the story of my life on your answering machine, might blow my fuckin brains out, are you there
Like waters from a goose, that sound like timber
feeling kinda restless

No one is around, despair wears a wire
No one is around, just like revolvers
Did you get my message, and in our prehistorics