Packy - Dial Tone lyrics

[Verse 1: Cyrus] Alright Old paper out, and new paper chasin' Get the pat down cause I've been so patient Was PH and my D is silent, let me just slide in your dm quiet I just wanna say what up, I know you're still awake In my birthday suit 'n' steady lookin' for the cake Think I'm spendin' way too much time up in my mind I just wanna get the f** out sometimes See the stove top pot with the flicker Shoot around at the gym with no trigger Oh girl, got a fat a**, Imma hit it Even if the new mans around, swear to God imma hit it Give her options, with the top switch topics to involve her stop it Two out the box but always deliver product And know when I can add up the bad stuff But would rather subtract my losses See I'm better with texting from the office But it's so hot out, we need an awning I'm a hot mess, I need a cold plate, I need to slow down and flirt with my old ways But that b**h put out, what she put in Made the man do some sh** that he couldn't So when I reminisce (when I reminisce, reminisce, reminisce) Remember that girl, we are not alone, only 7 clicks of the dial tone You should send pics when I'm on the road, cause I'm thinking of you (thinking of you) If I had a problem, I would tell you 'bout that problem If I had a problem, I would teach you how to solve it If I had a thing in my wallet, I could add up all the time You spent on my mind X2