Kava Kava Root + Poppy Seeds = Stress Box

Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Percy Carey.

Please leave your name and number

And I'll get back to you as soon as possible

Thank you

Calling, talking 'bout I'm mad at you

How I think I'm better than you

On the Island of Monsters, wish I stayed

Together, a move's supposed to be made

Moves made with you don't get me paid

Moves made with you only get me played

I'm in my own world, so leave me alone

Don't have time to sit on the phone

If you're really my friend, when we speak, we speak

Not bad-mouth me 'cause I ain't called in a week

Total concentration is on my spine

Chit-chat has its place in time

Broke long enough, so I choose to switch

Become filthy rich before I leave this bitch

After hearing this, if you don't understand

Then I guess you never was my man

MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? Why

My concentration's not on the one who shot at me

I'm wondering if I can take the pieces that fell out of me

Stick 'em back inside of me, tie a knot in me,

Regenerate

Anatomy, damaged arteries gotta be

A way to shape my life like pottery

As God Welcomed me Back like Kotter be

Comas, angels shout at me

Humans never learn. When will you learn?

Telling me how they despise man

From jump, knew we cause mischief in the land

And I wish God never made us

Found it so odd that He made us

Selfish, killing prophets that come save us

Deathwish, Apocalypse Now, God'll slay us

Hell burns at different degrees

Optional Equator temperature, heat freeze

All that's vain will be defeated

God told me to be seated

Scriptures? Read it. History repeated

Fulfill prophecies, wills needed

Millennium cyborgs drink lithium

Cranium, brain silicon, skull titanium

Spiritually, no forensics, made

Through cybernetics programmed to absorb phonetics

But truly could never feel semantics

Cyborgs revealed by antics

Earth out of orbit, man go frantic

Prophecies of floods now Atlantis

Water paint-based, smear the canvas

The picture's fucked up. You get it?

The picture's fucked up

MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? MF

You don't call no more

Nigga, why? Why?

Hey, where you was at last night?

Uh, uh. Why?

MF, you don't call no more. Why?