Lyrics Hello (Feat. Living In Ficton) - YONAS
(Living
in
Fiction)
Hello
from
the
other
side
I
must've
called
a
thousand
times
To
tell
you
I'm
sorry
For
everything
that
I've
done
But
when
I
call
you
never,
seem
to
be
home
I
call
but
you
don't
answer
so
I
write
this
open
letter
When
I
left
the
world
broken
I
just
hope
it's
gotten
better
Y'all
argue
who's
the
greatest
I
left
quotes
for
y'all
to
measure
Y'all
were
focused
on
who's
clever
I
was
focused
on
forever
Back
when
I
would
rock
the
hand
me
Downs
with
holes
inside
my
sweater
Thrift
store
shoppin
like
I
dove
inside
some
treasure
Way
before
the
Ben
haggertys
on
these
magazines
I
was
an
average
teen
not
thinking
bout
this
thing
called
rap
Cause
there's
this
thing
called
white
And
there's
this
thing
called
black
And
there's
this
thing
called
life
And
I
think
we're
all
attached
It's
funny
how
my
train
of
thought
runs
on
a
things
called
tracks
Marty
McFly
I'm
in
the
future
tryna
bring
y'all
back
Pick
it
up
and
slam
it
down
that's
how
the
game
goes
Telephone,
Telephone,
I
just
hear
same
tones
Where
I'm
from
it's
not
too
often
we
see
then
rainbows
So
we
let
the
rain
flow
then
we
change
clothes
There's
such
a
difference
between
us
and
a
million
Hello
from
the
other
side
I
must've
called
a
thousand
times
To
tell
you
I'm
sorry
For
everything
that
I've
done
But
when
I
call
you
never,
seem
to
be
home
Aw
man,
how
could
this
just
be
a
hobby
5 whole
hours
they
been
waiting
in
the
lobby
They're
calling
me
a
hero
and
I'm
thinking
how
could
I
be
All
I
wanted
was
a
million
and
a
fuckin
Maserati
But
somewhere
in
my
stride
we
just
started
changing
lives
You
think
I'm
changing
yours
but
you
really
changin
mines
From
here
to
over
seas
they
put
belief
in
my
designs
Its
getting
deep,
I
feel
the
world
is
tryna
sneak
inside
my
mind
Its
harder
to
define
than
artistry
rhyme
It
seems
like
our
journey
is
partially
divine
I
still
have
days
where
it
isn't
all
sublime
Even
though
I'm
on
the
grind
I
gotta
slow
up
for
the
signs
And
recently
I'm
seein
that
it's
more
than
just
mc'in
When
my
homie
has
a
son
but
needs
court
orders
just
to
see'im
A
generation
troubled
and
I
just
wanna
free
'em
Before
machines
are
looking
at
human
beings
inside
a
museum
[?]
Living
In
Fiction
It's
no
secret
that
the
parts
of
us
are
running
out
of
time
(Living
in
Fiction)
Hello
from
the
other
side
I
must've
called
a
thousand
times
To
tell
you
I'm
sorry
For
everything
that
I've
done
But
when
I
call
you
never,
seem
to
be
home
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