Answer lyrics

'Cause when I call

I hope you pick up your phone

I'd like to talk to you

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

'Cause when I call

I hope you pick up your phone

I'd like to talk to you

I hope you answer

Hey dad, it's me, um

Oh, I'm Tyler, I think I be your son

Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain's splitting

Dad isn't your name, see faggot's a little more fitting

Mom was only twenty when you ain't have any fucks to spare

You Nigerian fuck, now I'm stuck with this shitty facial hair

Also stuck with a beautiful home with a case stairs

So you not being near fucking fire-started my damn career

But fuck it, I got Clancy, he, gave me the chance to see

A world I wasn't supposed to, I'm stoked that I didn't know you

But, sucks you ain't give a fuck and consider a sperm donor now

The fuck is an Okonma? I'm changing my shit to Haley

And I just ain't being passive, nigga

You're a fucking faggot, nigga

Got a show on Monday, guess who ain't getting no passes, nigga

But if I ever had the chance to ask this nigga

And call him

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

'Cause when I call (when I call, baby)

I hope you pick up your phone (please pick up)

I'd like to talk to you

Suck my fucking dick and swallow this case of nuts

Ace hates your guts, I'm a selfish fuck

And I ain't sharing green as if I'm facing blunts

Frank is out the closet, Hodgy's an alcoholic

Syd might be bipolar, but fuck it, I couldn't call it

Supposed to be gone until November but quickly came back in August

I left two months through September to clearly remember all this

I would like to tell my grandma, but she's just nostalgic

I'll call her number

But she won't answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

I hope you answer

'Cause when I call (when I call, baby)

I hope you pick up your phone

(I'd like to talk to you)

I hope you answer

You claim to hate my fucking guts

But say I'm on an island in Thailand and I was wildin'

And, if I got stranded had to man up and hold my nuts

And hope that I could live off salt water and fucking coconuts

Phone ain't got no service this 3G is fucking worthless

Day is getting dark like the area's turning urban

You'll be fucking nervous like me inside of a church is

But, I'ma get in contact regardless, and

I hope you answer

That last verse was about this girl

• Artist:Tyler, The Creator
• Album:Wolf