(feat. patty crash)
ahhhhh…i usually avoid any type’o’confrontation
conversation, in moderation
lips sealed but my fingers are flying
as the hours p-ss they grow more impatient
my phone is mad lettered, especially when i’m sauced up
and i admit that i’m ashamed
but there’s melissa, theresa, and emily
what a toss-up! but thats the best part of the game.
and i’m really a novice aspirin’ alcoholic
drownin the days pain in house barley and grain
thinkin’ of ways to convince one to join me in the company of low life sort, doin’ the same
(so) i start txtin
(ah) i keep txtin
(heeey) i can’t stop its my obsession
(yep) its like fishin and my words are like lures if they bite the bait (cool) if not call it a night
more like we shouldn’t
and i try,
to be a good boy but its hard
(i start txtin,
i keep txtin,
i can’t stop its my obsession)
now ask yourself this: is love a tender thing? too rough? too rude? too boisterous?
well i’ll tell you what man i had her once and it was fun but not enough.
tis torture, and not mercy.
heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives)
in my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give.
it seems melissa’s babysittin and theresa’s workin late, but emily’s on her way to east
eleventh on a train.. and thats when i remember pattie from west philly, she says i’m in your
area 3 minutes away
so i stop txtin
no more txtin
hey! yeah right its my obsession
i know you think i’m wreckless, move so fast (slow down)
i think i love him so i told him by the inner text-message (?) (uh-huh)
he wrote back, me too.. i was just sittin’ here thinkin’ bout you
i know i want him but i can’t and i shouldn’t
tried to put my phone down, d-mn! but i couldn’t
stayed on the phone with him all night long
txt message when i’m gone