Oh, woah, woah, I was lost but I'm back in
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
So, so low, I don't need no attachment
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
Mama said she don't want nothin' to do with me
That's alright, shit been the same since like two or three
Best kind of trauma, you could never ruin me
Schoolin' them daily, I don't need no truancy
Collegian athletics don't know where to place me
It don't matter, bitch, I'm outta your pacing
Slaughter my ancestors, try to erase me
Feeding the game, your consumers will taste me
Haters tell me that my voice isn't fem enough
That shows me your intellectual stamina
You want my face full of plastics like Pamela
Your comment is but a match in the Panama
Phantom to man, enigmatic in nature
Steady be fried, but I'm more like a baker
Cake for the eyes, but please do not go place your
Hands on merchandise, get hit with a taser
Woah, woah, I was lost but I'm back in
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
So, so low, I don't need no attachment
Oh, phone home
Phone, phone, phone home
Step in the spot and I'm feelin' fantastic
Music my job its my motherf*ckin' passion
Might book a flight and go see out in Aspen
Coke so white, man, it look like an aspirin
Whippin' on the stove, you can say I'm still spoon-talkin
Walkin' through the crib on marble floors, a nigga moonwalkin
I do it big, Christopher Wallace
I know some niggas who ain't go to college
Boy, I'm shining like a boot got polished
Try, try me, me, get demolished
I get em' in, then I get em' gone
Yeah, this a make E.T. phone home
Oh, woah, woah, I was lost but I'm back in
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
So, so low, I don't need no attachment
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
Oh, woah, woah, I was lost but I'm back in
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent
So, so low, I don't need no attachment
Oh, phone home, E.T., Midwest accent