wilson hunter - Voicemail Lyrics

Sifting through these cattails
Wind in my sail, so I keep moving but
I'm far from the finish line
Starts hailing on my roof bout nine, I
Fucked up quick this time
You can catch him doing jail time
If you catch him at the right time
I'm tilting so frequent it becomes stale, fine
Retail, bought this shit just to fill a void in myself
I inhale for help, females started trusting me
But the others starting doubting me, I
Will prevail, if you tell me in person then it has to be important
A long breath in
I take a slow exhale
Why do I use this shit
I should wish a farewell
I get so sick of picking up the phone just to get voicemails
Just to hear voicemails, I, I hate this shit