Karaoké 911 / Mr. Lonely Tyler, The Creator & Frank Ocean & Steve Lacy

Call me, call me, call me

Call me, call me, call me

Call me, call me, call me

Call me, call me, call me

Call me

How you doin'

My name is Lonely

Nice to meet you

Here's my number

You can reach me

Nine-one-one

Call me some time

Nine-one-one

Call me some time

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Huh huh uh

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

My thirst levels are infinity and beyond

Sippin' on that lemonade

I need a Beyoncé

Can't see straight

These shades are Céline Dion

Sucks you can't gas me up

Shout out to Elon

Musk

Yeah I got a sold-out show

Crowd wild out but don't matter 'cos you not front row

I've been lookin' for a keeper

Listen to the speaker

If you fit description hit me on my beeper

At that Nine-one-one

Call me some time

Ring, ring, ring

Please bang my line

You know I'll answer

Call me some time

Ring, ring, ring

Please bang my line

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Call me some time

Call me some time

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Call me some time

Call me some time

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Woah oh oh oh oh

Nine-one-one

Nine-one-one

Chirp chirp yeep

Chirp chirp

Woke up in the 'burbs, 'burbs with the birds, birds

Where you used to come and get me with the swerve, swerve

These days you gotta find time

Even the nightline

Work line

Dial nine

Five car garage

Full tank of the gas

But that don't mean nothin'

Nothin', nothin', nothin' without you shotgun in the passenger

I'm the loneliest man alive but I keep on dancin' to throw 'em off

I'm gon' run out of moves 'cos I can't groove to the blues

If you know any DJs tell 'em to call me at nine-one-one

Old lonely-ass nigga for real

You need to go somewhere like get some bitches or somethin'

Old weird ass nigga

Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely

They say the loudest in the room is weak

That's what they assume but I disagree

I say the loudest in the room is prolly the loneliest one in the room

Attention seeker, public speaker

Oh my God

That boy there is so fuckin' lonely

Writin' songs about these people who do not exist

He's such a fuckin' phony

One thing I know is that I wanna win so bad but I'm not Chicago

My heart is low, it's real low

It's so low

You can't lift me up

I'm like Gallardo

From the start it's been real dark

It's been so dark

I guess that you could call me charbroiled huh

I'm playin' like Hasbro

I'm really Saari, call me Arto

Crashed the McLaren

Bought me a Tesla

I know you sick of me talkin' 'bout cars

But what the fuck else do you want from me

That is the only thing keepin' me company

Purchase some things until I'm annoyed

These items is fillin' the void

Been fillin' it for so long

I don't even know if it's shit I enjoy

Current battle as an adult

My partner is a shadow

I need love

Do you got some I could borrow

Fuck it I could find some tomorrow

But that never comes

Like a vasectomy

What have I done

I got the talent, the face and the funds

Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone

Mirror, mirror on the wall

The loneliest of them all

Cupid actin' stupid

Do you got another number

I could call

Never had a pet

I never had a pet

There's more fish in the sea but I never had a goldfish to begin with

I never had a dog so I've never been good with bitches 'cos I never threw a ball, fetch

I never had a pet

That's where it stems from I bet

Treat me like direct deposit

Check in on me sometime

Ask me how I'm really doin' so I never have to press that nine-one-one

No

Fuck ha ha ha

Shit

Oh damn

Damn