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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Stimme und Gesang
Syd Bennett
Syd Bennett
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Tyler Okonma
Tyler Okonma
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tyler, The Creator
Tyler, The Creator
Produzent:in
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Mischtechniker:in

Songteksten

[Chorus]
Can we talk on the phone or somethin'?
'Cause when I call (When I call you on the phone)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
Uh
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
'Cause when I call
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 1]
Hey, dad, it's me, um
Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I'd be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting
Dad isn't your name, see, faggot's a little more fitting
Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare
You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair
Also, stuck with a beautiful home with a case of stairs
See, you not being near fuckin' fire-started my damn career
But fuck it, I got Clancy, he gave me the chance to see
A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you
But, sucks you ain't give a fuck and considered a sperm donor now
Fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley
And I just ain't being passive, ****
You a fucking faggot, ****
Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't gettin' no passes, ****?
But if I ever had the chance to ask this ****
And call him
[Chorus]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
'Cause when I call ('Cause when I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone (Please pick up)
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 2]
Suck my fuckin' dick and swallow this case of nuts
Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck
And I ain't sharin' green as if I'm facin' blunts
Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic
Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it
Supposed to be gone till November but quickly came back in August
I left two months through September to clearly remember all this
I would like to tell my grandma, but she just nostalgia
I'll call her number
But she won't answer
[Chorus]
I hope you answer
I hope you answer
I hope you answer, yeah, yeah
I hope you answer
'Cause when I call ('Cause when I call, baby)
I hope you pick up your phone
I'd like to talk to you
I hope you answer
[Verse 3]
You claim to hate my fuckin' guts
But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'
And, if I got stranded, had to man up and hold my nuts
And hope that I could live off salt water and fuckin' coconuts
Phone ain't got no service, this 3G is fuckin' worthless
Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban
You'll be fuckin' nervous like me inside of a Church's
But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and
I hope you answer
[Outro]
The last verse was about this girl, hehe
Written by: Tyler Okonma
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