Lyrics Hold the Phone - Chris Wright

(Why, oh, why, oh, why, why, why)
(Why, oh, why, oh, why, why)
(Why, oh, why)
(Why, oh, why, oh, why, why)
(Why, oh, why, oh, why, why, why)
(Why, oh, why, oh, why, why)
(Ahah what was that?)

Why you gotta treat me like that
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like no, no, no, no
Why you gotta treat me like that
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like hold the phone oh
I can't hold this phone
I Can't hold this phone no, no
I can't hold this phone anymore

And I swear if by tonight I get another call or text (Text)
Asking how I got the nerve really how I up and left
Imma hit you with the curve-ball, wish you all the best
Never text back, move out west (West, west, west)
Teach you how to lose track of my location
Teach you how to hold on when you're losing patience
Teach you how to move on even though you hate this
I ain't really good for you, just more of the same shit
Never really been involved, I just write it off
Living like my watch loaned to me, I can never take it off
Keep my rhymes close to me, ain't a riddle I can't solve
Till the scales change, watch as all my ethics get dissolved
Start with work, move on to the way I treat my mom
To the soccer games I've missed, drunk passed out on the lawn
With a beach chair folded on me, parcel in my palm
How'd I go from being loved to a loser with some songs, yeah

Why you gotta treat me like that
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like, no, no, no, no
Why you gotta treat me like that
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like hold the phone, oh
I can't hold this phone
I Can't hold this phone no no
I can't hold this phone anymore

Why these other artists always smile in my face then
When it falls apart tell me I'm the one who fakes
Screw these internet personas, had about what I can take
Then my penpal letters turn to black, but it's okay (what)
I just brush off all the hate (what)
I just brush off all the threats (huh)
You can take down all the songs, I'll make a dozen more instead
Done a lot of things in life but this the one I don't regret
So don't hit me up right after this like I heard what you said
I don't really give a- had to get that off my chest
When the lights fall I'll be glad I gave it all my best
This ain't spiteful, heads still in a place you couldn't guess
Treated all of us like shit,
Then said it's our fault that you left but
I know everybody got some issues
I know in your past life you felt you were misused
And Honestly, I'm sorry I ain't trying to make an excuse
I own up to the things I did, hit me up when you do, yeah

Why you gotta treat me like that
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like, no, no, no, no
Why you gotta treat me like
Why you gotta hit me right back
Like hold the phone, oh
I can't hold this phone
I Can't hold this phone no no
I can't hold this phone anymore