Mr. Telephone Man - K-OS

I keep it rocking now knocking on heaven’s door

Looking for answers from a Femme fatale hardcore

What am I looking for?

I just don’t know

I orchestrate flows but not for dough

And really though

I got a triple seven area code

From the side of the road

About way past suppertime

Bust a rhyme on her

To alleviate the drama

But the more that I explore her

It’s double I feel ignore her

Ant on the hill, a worker bee to the queen

Of vocabulary arts burning hearts of human beings

True human becoming I’m running

But cunning the number one stunner

Persona is chaseable

Making one replaceable

And damn every time I think I want to face her

With some tickets to the ball standing in the elevator

On my way to her palace I get up to the seventh floor

Then jet to the fire exit door with faith no more

Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line

When I call the triple seven I get machine every time

And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind

And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign

And whoa it’s a long way down

Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace

We went from pagers, beepers, phones, to creepers

Ringtones, text messages, not reaching

Speaking close all up in my receiver

Afraid to meet in person the dial tone deceiver

Pick up, hang up, break up, banger

Man I wanna press every button Atlanta

Area code South Beach number I forgot it

We cross bionic style exotic forget about it

Now here’s what I’m thinking

Is this ship sinking?

While we’re dancing and drinking

Could we be at the brink and?

Mr. Telephone Man I call you every night

You never answer my call I’m starting to get uptight

I guess I’ll keep rhyming designing and flipping the script

And dancing on my own time

In my own mind but wait

It seems this Mr. Telephone Man

Is a woman with a man in the palm of her hand damn

Mr. Telephone Man won’t you help me with my line

When I call the triple seven I get machine every time

And I wonder if it’s possible you’re playing with my mind

And I really want to know you won’t you please give me a sign

And whoa it’s a long way down

Said whoa it’s a long way down from the fall from grace

I said I really want to have a talk

Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off

I said I really want to have a talk

Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off

I said I really want to have a talk

Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off

I said I really want to have a talk

Get your hands off my mic don’t grab it off