Lyrics Born: Lemme call this fool Gab



*"Mary Had a Little Lamb" dial*

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Gift of Gab: Hello?

LB: 'Sup, man?

GG: Chillin'

LB: Yea?

GG: Yea, 'fin (?) to write these lyrics down. What's going on with you?

LB: Man... Nothing. Just... Whatever, dude

GG: Well why, w-wsup wsup?

LB: Nothing man. Just hella stressed out about certain shit right now

Man, it's hella personal shit going down

GG: Wow, like that?

LB: Yea, man, it's kinda fast

One 'a those moments where, like, I don't feel like I have control over my

life, and all the checks that were supposed to arrive didn't

There's hella politics now in my social life over some bullshit somebody had

told sombody

GG: Daaamn

LB: Yea, man. So, you know, I shouldn't even 'of told you that

Man, I shouldn't even unload like that

GG: Maaan

LB: I know. it's just one 'a those moments in time where everything coincides

and it comes together at once and then it all collides

GG: Man, I feel that though

LB: Anyway, what's goin' on witchu?

GG: Aw, man *beep*, just tryin' to do it. Hold on, man, somebody's on my other

line. Imma hit chu right back, aiite?

LB: (Coo)



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Telemarketer: We wanna talk to you (hoo)

GG: I don't wanna talk right now. I'm on the other line. I'm busy

TM: We wanna talk to you

GG: I said I don't wanna talk right now. w-

TM: But we wanna talk to you (hoo ooo ooo)

GG: I don't wanna talk right now!

TM: We wanna talk to you

GG: (Damn). I'm hangin' up. I'm hangin' up. BYE



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GG: Hey yo, I'm back, man

LB: Cool, man. 'Sup with it?