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Yeah

You used to call me on my trap phone
That's love deeper than wishing wells
I know you only call to wish me well
But me, I'm doing fine
I know we live in crazy times
And the city's going-
And bodies drop like flies
Bonnies wanting Clydes
Clydes dying long before their time

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You used to call me on my trap phone
That's love deeper than wishing wells
I know you only call to wish me well
But me, I'm doing fine
You watch the news all the time
So you don't need reminding
I been spending time
Sittin' down, just thinkin' about it
Don't let them catch you with the knife
Don't let them catch you without it

You used to call me on my trap phone
That's love deeper than wishing wells
I know you only call to wish me well

Hit me up
I got something to say
Today they caught my boy slipping an' stabbed him
To you, it's just another episode of this madness
To you, it's just another black yout and his antics

But out here, man, when it rains, it pours
It leaves puddles on floors
It leaves mothers distraught
You know your Mum doesn't deserve half of the stress that you bought
I know your Mum, that's a good woman, G, trust me, good to the core

I used to see your Mum every time I go visit mine in prison
Working nights at the front desk, just tryna feed her children
But still, you playing games, games
Don't get me wrong, you're not the only one here tryna be champion
I'm just saying to their champions who you almost became
But you don't seem to see it the same

And you and your brother, you're both just like brothers to me
So if you go, it leaves a hole in my soul
And if they have a funeral for you, I probably won't even go
I don't cry in front of people, I only cry on my own

Yeah
You used to call me on my trap phone
That's love deeper than wishing wells
I know you only call to wish me well
Me, I'm doing fine
You know me, young decreased lightning, always smiling
I just wonder if you're fine on the other side
'Cause everybody has their struggles and their battle cries

But just call me on my trap phone
Alcatel, a black phone
The one I make these racks on
The one with all the cats on

Writer(s): Richard Stannard, Ash Frances Howes, Ellie Goulding, Berwyn Du Bois

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