k-os - Telephone Man Lyrics

I keep it rocking now, knocking on heaven's door
Looking for answers from a femme fatale hardcore
What am I looking for? I just don't know
I orchestrate flows but not for dough and really though

I got a triple seven area code from the side of the road
About way past suppertime, bust a rhyme on her
To alleviate the drama but the more that I explore her
It's double I feel, ignore her ant on the hill
A worker bee to the queen

Of vocabulary arts burning hearts of human beings
True human becoming, I'm running
But cunning the number one stunner
Persona is chaseable, making one replaceable

And damn, every time I think I want to face her
With some tickets to the ball, standing in the elevator
On my way to her palace, I get up to the seventh floor
Then jet to the fire exit door with faith no more

Mr. Telephone Man, won't you help me with my line?
When I call the triple seven, I get machine every time
And I wonder if it's possible you're playing with my mind

And I really want to know you
Won't you please give me a sign?
And whoa, it's a long way down
Said whoa, it's a long way down from the fall from grace

We went from pagers, beepers, phones to creepers
Ringtones, text messages, not reaching
Speaking close, all up in my receiver
Afraid to meet in person, the dial tone deceiver

Pick up, hang up, break up, banger
Man, I wanna press every button, Atlanta
Area code, South Beach number, I forgot it
We cross bionic style exotic, forget about it

Now here's what I'm thinking, is this ship sinking?
While we're dancing and drinking, could we be at the brink and?
Mr. Telephone Man, I call you every night
You never answer my call, I'm starting to get uptight

I guess I'll keep rhyming designing and flipping the script
And dancing on my own time in my own mind but wait
It seems this, Mr. Telephone Man
Is a woman with a man in the palm of her hand. damn

Mr. Telephone Man, won't you help me with my line?
When I call the triple seven, I get machine every time
And I wonder if it's possible you're playing with my mind

And I really want to know you
Won't you please give me a sign?
And whoa, it's a long way down
Said whoa, it's a long way down from the fall from grace

I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic, don't grab it off
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic, don't grab it off

I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic, don't grab it off
I said I really want to have a talk
Get your hands off my mic, don't grab it off