Pick Up The Phone Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Uhh, I just need a minute to replenish who I am 

And who I am is so dependent on exactly where we stand 

I stand in any pose, anything but tippy-toes 

But don't want you to feel smaller, always taller 

Now I'm a cheerleader, she a baller 

The difference in height isn't aight, I left my ego at the alter 

Now every ring's a sting and everything I taught ya 

Is coming back around to me, just like revolvers 

And every single click is just hammering it home 

Who knew Russian roulette involved answering the phone? 

Until my signal dwindles or my channel is in roam 

Or my cellphone dies or it's cancer in my dome 

And dear nix the tone, as I pull my fuckin' pain out 

One of your short nodes, might blow my fuckin' brains out 

But you ain't even pick up 

Talking to myself, exactly what you sick of 

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Feeling kinda restless 

Did you get my message? 

It's swirling around and so 

No, don't tell me that you care 

When I know you're standing there 

I left the story of my life on your answering machine 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the phone? 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone? 

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We were like, if a tree falls in the forest and 

No one is around, does it really make a sound? 

That's romantic and profound, but now 

We're like lumberjacks holding the axes that brung it down 

So I'm now on your message, talm 'bout "Remember?" 

Silence in return, that sound like 'Timber!" 

There's some that can't see the forest because they're liars 

But I can't see the forest cause of the fire 

And in our prehistorics, the flowers was rooting for us 

Brontosaurus ate the flowers, T-Rex ate the Brontosaurus 

And then the T-Rex turned around and ate the florist 

That's why I lost my FTD endorsements 

But that's really not important 

My sadness' a snitch, my melancholy informant 

Despair wears a wire, my longing rapping a song 

My worry is a rat, my lonely tapping the phone 

Feeling kinda restless 

Did you get my message? 

It's swirling around and so 

I wanna give you reasons 

Tell you what I'm feeling 

But none of these lines are secure 

No, don't tell me that you care 

When I know you're standing there 

I left the story of my life on your answering machine 

My tears run off your shoes 

Like waters from a goose 

You try to wash off all the dirt 

But your hands aren't getting clean 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the phone? 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone? 

The make-believers on receivers as you sit back and observe 

As the rubber curly cord just absorbs all my words 

Will you collect us then connect us or neglect us on the whole 

Into the wall, then cross the wires on the telephone poles 

Then bounces off the towers, then up into the satellites 

Then falls down back to Earth to bring a broken heart back to life 

Happens all the time, lost an appetite and lack of sleep 

If it's dead and flatten line, I'll leave a message at the beep 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the phone? 

Hello, can you hear me? 

Hello, are you there? 

Hello, would you pick up the phone? 

Would you pick up the phone? 

Would you pick up the phone? 

Hello, would you pick up the fuckin' phone?