[Intro: Crypt]
Where were you-?
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Verse 1: Crypt]
So many times I've cried
So many times I've hurt, so many times I've tried
To die and take a ride in
That long black hearse, but I called you first, but you ignored me
'Cause you knew that my life was piss-pouring
You would move to the side when it gets gory
And then you would arrive
When my mood would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell you
That they'll always be there for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losin', they ain't nowhere to be viewed
Until you improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere
And act like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms
They just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well
And they'll be quick to say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel
But you weren't there on the night I had a gun to my head
With a one way trip to Hell
So don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake
And if you don't think it's fair, then I'll say
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see, friendships should be crystal clear
But with some of y'all, the shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck
Weren't pickin' up when I called your cell
But then it changed and I bought a chain
And I bought a house, and I bought a Range
Now they callin' back, wantin' autographs
For their cousin, and wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them
'Cause carryin' that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them
I'm too busy countin' my profits
Took my shot to explode
Y'all ain't acknowledged me, so
You can still come to my shows
You'll just get charged at the door
Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones
I'm ridin' out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck
Breakin' bread, takin' vacations
Ain't mad at you at all
Too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick
But you should've picked up my call, yeah
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Electric Guitar Solo]
[Outro: Crypt]
Where were you-?
noises of a shovel digging into the ground
Where were you-?
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Verse 1: Crypt]
So many times I've cried
So many times I've hurt, so many times I've tried
To die and take a ride in
That long black hearse, but I called you first, but you ignored me
'Cause you knew that my life was piss-pouring
You would move to the side when it gets gory
And then you would arrive
When my mood would subside and I get a victory
It's funny how these people tell you
That they'll always be there for you through the thick and thin
'Cause when you losin', they ain't nowhere to be viewed
Until you improve and begin to win
Then all of a sudden, they come out of nowhere
And act like they've always been there
Like you weren't the one that was bravin' the storms
They just seen the weather's fair
And they wanna claim you when you get well
And they'll be quick to say that you're friends
And they always knew that you'd excel
But you weren't there on the night I had a gun to my head
With a one way trip to Hell
So don't you ever dare to look my way
All you fair weather friends are fake
And if you don't think it's fair, then I'll say
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
You see, friendships should be crystal clear
But with some of y'all, the shit hard to tell
When the chips were down, y'all ain't give a fuck
Weren't pickin' up when I called your cell
But then it changed and I bought a chain
And I bought a house, and I bought a Range
Now they callin' back, wantin' autographs
For their cousin, and wanna come hang
Shit, it's not even like I'm still pissed at them
'Cause carryin' that shit is toxic
And now, I'm way more rich than them
I'm too busy countin' my profits
Took my shot to explode
Y'all ain't acknowledged me, so
You can still come to my shows
You'll just get charged at the door
Yeah, I cut out all of them fake ones
I'm ridin' out with my day ones
And we still tight as fuck
Breakin' bread, takin' vacations
Ain't mad at you at all
Too many plaques up on my wall
I'm not tryna be a dick
But you should've picked up my call, yeah
[Chorus: Crypt]
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
Where were you on the nights
That I sat by myself?
In my room, out my mind
Tryin' to handle my health
All alone on the phone
Hopin' you'd pick up the cell
But now I know how it goes
When I get your voicemail
[Electric Guitar Solo]
[Outro: Crypt]
Where were you-?
noises of a shovel digging into the ground
( Crypt & Chris Webby )
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