Текст песни Comadre - Hit Me Up On My Celly-Cell

Our heads are a couple of cases
And I am everything and miserable without you
Three thousand miles can hold so much
These miles of land
The land is separation

How much desperation in between?

Like a phone call with no reception,
Our heads are a couple of cases
And we're so miserable without each other
Can't wait till we
Can see the same sunset
At the same time
Can't wait till a phone call doesn't mean
Three thousand miles
I think our heads
Are a couple of cases
Hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell

I think our heads
Are a couple of cases
We are the doctors
With all the prescriptions
Can't wait till our appointment comes
It's the only medication