"ok but I'm the phone screen" lyrics
And it got ran over
Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Super flat case with a smashed up face
Priceless data written on my machine
Lost words may affect all my esteem
Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream
Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen
I was on a little roll
Shit was smashed to pieces, so I didn't have control
I was using applications to record my little goals
Looks like I was the assassin, hidden on the grassy knoll
I was trying to cross the street
The light was turning yellow, thinking that I had it beat
So I took another measure, then decided to retreat
My phone fell out my pocket, didn't hear it hit the street
I was walking to the liquor store to get something to drink
And suddenly, my buds was glitching like they're on the blink
And my phone ain't in my pocket, so my stomach start to sink
Did I drop it in the road? It's looking like a no
Maybe never had it, like I'd left the thing at home
This has gotta be out of the bluetooth signal zone
But thinking back, I probably should have known
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Super flat case with a smashed up face
Priceless data written on my machine
Lost words may affect all my esteem
Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream
Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen
Yeah
I lost all notes
Rap voice memos to turn into demos
I started ideas for like eight or nine songs
And some of 'em was two minutes long
I don't feel strong
It's not like it all went wrong
But I'm pouring out for ideas gone
Like something got away
I'm trying to move forward, but I think I gotta say
I'm a little bit in mourning for the portion of my brain
That's got to grab the words before they circle down the drain
I feel a lil' injured
And I don't give a fuck about the pictures
In economic floods, I write Dead Sea scriptures
I'm looking for a miracle from smashed phone fixers
This is a little like
When RZA's basement flooded and he lost all them discs
It's like that, but like less, less devastating
I shoulda put it in the cloud
I didn't have it backed up
Mighta got smashed by a Mack truck
The whole body flattened, and glass cracked up
My girl helped me get the SIM card
It was mad dust
Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Super flat case with a smashed up face
Priceless data written on my machine
Lost words may affect all my esteem
Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream
Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen
I was on a little roll
Shit was smashed to pieces, so I didn't have control
I was using applications to record my little goals
Looks like I was the assassin, hidden on the grassy knoll
I was trying to cross the street
The light was turning yellow, thinking that I had it beat
So I took another measure, then decided to retreat
My phone fell out my pocket, didn't hear it hit the street
I was walking to the liquor store to get something to drink
And suddenly, my buds was glitching like they're on the blink
And my phone ain't in my pocket, so my stomach start to sink
Did I drop it in the road? It's looking like a no
Maybe never had it, like I'd left the thing at home
This has gotta be out of the bluetooth signal zone
But thinking back, I probably should have known
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces
I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over
Super flat case with a smashed up face
Priceless data written on my machine
Lost words may affect all my esteem
Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream
Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen
Yeah
I lost all notes
Rap voice memos to turn into demos
I started ideas for like eight or nine songs
And some of 'em was two minutes long
I don't feel strong
It's not like it all went wrong
But I'm pouring out for ideas gone
Like something got away
I'm trying to move forward, but I think I gotta say
I'm a little bit in mourning for the portion of my brain
That's got to grab the words before they circle down the drain
I feel a lil' injured
And I don't give a fuck about the pictures
In economic floods, I write Dead Sea scriptures
I'm looking for a miracle from smashed phone fixers
This is a little like
When RZA's basement flooded and he lost all them discs
It's like that, but like less, less devastating
I shoulda put it in the cloud
I didn't have it backed up
Mighta got smashed by a Mack truck
The whole body flattened, and glass cracked up
My girl helped me get the SIM card
It was mad dust
