Lyrics of 'Hello (feat. Living in Fiction)' by Yonas

Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry
For everything that I've done
But when I call you never, seem to be home

I call but you don't answer so I write this open letter
When I left the world broken I just hope it's gotten better
Y'all argue who's the greatest I left quotes for y'all to measure
Y'all were focused on who's clever I was focused on forever
Back when I would rock the hand me
Downs with holes inside my sweater
Thrift store shoppin like I dove inside some treasure
Way before the Ben haggertys on these magazines
I was an average teen not thinking bout this thing called rap
Cause there's this thing called white
And there's this thing called black
And there's this thing called life
And I think we're all attached
It's funny how my train of thought runs on a things called tracks
Marty McFly I'm in the future tryna bring y'all back
Pick it up and slam it down that's how the game goes
Telephone, telephone, I just hear same tones
Where I’m from it’s not too often we see then rainbows
So we let the rain flow then we change clothes

There's such a difference between us
And a million miles

Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry
For everything that I've done
But when I call you never, seem to be home

Aw man, how could this just be a hobby
Five whole hours they been waiting in the lobby
They’re calling me a hero and I’m thinking how could I be
All I wanted was a million and a fuckin Maserati
But somewhere in my stride we just started changing lives
You think I’m changing yours but you really changin mine
From here to over seas they put belief in my designs
It's getting deep, I feel the world is tryna sneak inside my mind
It's harder to define than artistry rhyme
Journey is partially divine
I still have days where it isn’t all sublime
Even though I’m on the grind I gotta slow up for the signs
And recently I’m seein that it’s more than just mc'in
When my homie has a son but needs court orders just to see’im
A generation troubled and I just wanna free ‘em
Before machines are looking at human beings inside a museum

Hello from the other side
I must've called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry
For everything that I've done
But when I call you never, seem to be home