ok but I'm the phone screen

And it got ran over

Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces

I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over

Super flat case with a smashed up face

Priceless data written on my machine

Lost words may affect all my esteem

Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream

Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen

I was on a little roll

Shit was smashed to pieces, so I didn't have control

I was using applications to record my little goals

Looks like I was the assassin, hidden on the grassy knoll

I was trying to cross the street

The light was turning yellow, thinking that I had it beat

So I took another measure, then decided to retreat

My phone fell out my pocket, didn't hear it hit the street

I was walking to the liquor store to get something to drink

And suddenly, my buds was glitching like they're on the blink

And my phone ain't in my pocket, so my stomach start to sink

Did I drop it in the road? It's looking like a no

Maybe never had it, like I'd left the thing at home

This has gotta be out of the bluetooth signal zone

But thinking back, I probably should have known

I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over

Didn't even see it, now it's in a bunch of pieces

I dropped my cell phone and it got ran over

Super flat case with a smashed up face

Priceless data written on my machine

Lost words may affect all my esteem

Scratched up, trying to climb walls in a dream

Sixteen cuts, tryna draw on the screen

Yeah

I lost all notes

Rap voice memos to turn into demos

I started ideas for like eight or nine songs

And some of 'em was two minutes long

I don't feel strong

It's not like it all went wrong

But I'm pouring out for ideas gone

Like something got away

I'm trying to move forward, but I think I gotta say

I'm a little bit in mourning for the portion of my brain

That's got to grab the words before they circle down the drain

I feel a lil' injured

And I don't give a fuck about the pictures

In economic floods, I write Dead Sea scriptures

I'm looking for a miracle from smashed phone fixers

This is a little like

When RZA's basement flooded and he lost all them discs

It's like that, but like less, less devastating

I shoulda put it in the cloud

I didn't have it backed up

Mighta got smashed by a Mack truck

The whole body flattened, and glass cracked up

My girl helped me get the SIM card

It was mad dust