[Verse 1] Before my grandpa died, he called me Only to remind me every day above the ground is a blessing I didn't pick up because I was underground in the basement, in a session No service, yeah, no service I act like I miss home even though I started writing raps really only to escape it Only part of travel that I look forward to is the plane ride Give me space and no service, no service I won't go to service for mom, won't go to service for dad Grandma think I need religion, sister think that is a trap When I saw the rabbi, he asked me if I'm faithful I said "Yeah, I'm faithful" Thank God, thank God, thank God he didn't ask what I'm faithful to My girl pray like she faithful She pray, pray that I'm faithful But no matter what I really say, but no matter what I really do Everything that I say isn't true, everything that I say is a fight She think that I only wanna fight, but I do not wanna fight with her I just wanna see how much fight, how much fight she got in her How much trust she got in her? How many tours I go on? How many times will I slip? How many chances I get? How much love she got in her? How much trust she got in her? How much left she got in her? How many times I bought dinner? How much cash can I spare? This meal cost like one fifty And I'ma flip a fucking chair if I get no service
[Skit] Waitress: Are you guys all set to order? Token: Yeah, uh, you wanna go first? Girl: Yeah, sure, can I get the, uh, I don't even know how to pronounce it, but it's right here on the menu, um, and can I get that without any dressing?
[Verse 2] By myself in hotel rooms Is the only time I can really get myself to sleep lately "Do not disturb" sign on that door handle for the cleaning lady I want no service, yeah, no service I write about the shit I think about every single day Fans say it takes so much courage My boy just got back from the military I never said "Thank you for your service" No service No one thinks I need guidance No one thinks I need nourishment Two thousand comments on my last post No one thinks I need encouragement No one thinks I need a visit No one thinks I need a favor No one at my doorstep except packages delivered by a stranger Mailman at my house more than anybody that I know today But I never shared a word with him Shit, I don't even know his name I wonder how much he infer about me From the fan mail and those words about me Expensive clothes, new phones, humidifiers, microphones European outlet adapters And shirts in bulk, and CDs in bulk that refer about me He probably knows me better than my friends I bet he never even heard about me When I'm home, I don't tell a soul Only management and that label know My fans say they wanna take my soul But sometimes I think that they care the most My fans only wanna hear my heart I give it up like this shit ain't in my flesh I give it up, give it up, give it up Momma said "What if one day there's just nothin' left?" That made me wonder who's after my soul? Shit, do I even believe in a soul? Maybe I'm just overthinking it all Probably just overthinking it all Monday 8 AM, outta bed, hit the gym Leave the gym, find the flow, Monday Used to feel like a brand new beginning, now it don't No complaints, old friend at the gym I ignored I ain't social, back at home Knock, knock at the door, leave me alone I don't wanna see no motherfuckin' postmanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
