Hit Me up on My Celly-Cell - Comadre

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.