Facetime

I guess I'm nothin' but a FaceTime on your phone
Feel you with me, at the same time feel so alone
Keep some Whitney for the late nights, awkwardly stoned
It never helped me though, it never helped me forget

Said I'll be back when I can
I got a cold Colt 40 and I'm crackin' the can
It'd probably take me to bed, I'm not complainin' though
I never wanted the edge
And if it means I can rest than Imma take it off
I'll probably break you off
Wasted love, breakin' up
Now I'm takin' off
Legs are long, I'm made to run
I never stay to talk
You say that I don't say enough
It's almost 8 o'clock
That's what we get for stayin' up

I guess I'm nothin' but a FaceTime on your phone
Feel you with me, at the same time feel so alone
Keep some Whitney for the late nights, awkwardly stoned
It never helped me though, it never helped me forget

And man I guess that that's fine
I guess I've been depressed like 3 or 4 quarters of life
And ever since I can remember, I've been questionin' why
I never seem to find the answers, doin' bathroom lines
I tell y'all to form a line round back, raise the price up fast
Wear my heart on sleeves of blazers, can't lie about that
And I'm so sick and tired of life's soundtrack
Cause there's no time for tears, tryna hide the fact that

I guess I'm nothin' but a FaceTime on your phone
Feel you with me, at the same time feel so alone
Keep some Whitney for the late nights, awkwardly stoned
It never helped me though, it never helped me forget