Hey there, beautiful
Thought I'd leave a message on your voicemail
Then I remembered that my talent is a blessing so I think I'll write this song instead
That just seems a bit more cute
Maybe not? Maybe so?
Either way, this shit's for you

Who's cooler than a polar bear
Hotter than a solar flare
Seemed to take my breath away til I can't even hold in air
And if I didn't have a way with words then
In laymen's terms, you'd be a flame that burns

Forget about a stomach full of butterflies
Your presence brings an earthquake
At least a category five
Nervous through the roof
Cause talking to you is like recording rhymes
And trying to perform them live
First try sorta high

Having conversations like the barrel of a .45
And placing bullets is just awkward steps and cordial vibes

So Thank you for the kindness
I'll be the blanket if you're Linus
I'll even praise you like your highness
Whatever
You know I leave a lot of voicemails
You know I leave a lot of voicemails
Hope you listen to them [x4]

(you have one new message)

"Uh hey, I was um I was just calling because I wanted to know if, uh...
I don't know, maybe, like, next weekend, or this weekend if you're not busy, if you wanted, uh
I don't know, maybe we could go out and get something to eat and, maybe see a movie. uh, I don't know, text me back after this. Later."

Man, this stuff takes me back to when I was a little fool
Remember holding hands and walking to the middle school?
Heading to the gas station if we had the cheese
But mostly laying and sleeping in bed until you had to leave

Those were lovely times
Very easy peasy
I tried to hold your hand in class and then the teacher would see me
That was funny stuff
We got in so much trouble
Used to sit at lunch and make fun of the passing couples

I remember it so vividly
Almost every moment
Like the gifts, we gave for Christmas, which so greatly enveloped
And I think we changed a lot
But in similar ways
I still reflect on memories of the simpler days
And it made me glad that I got out of my habits
Cause I'm still hopelessly romantic
But at least now I can rap it right
It's rather tight
We're still dancing in my dreams
And I'm still leaving hella messages on answering machines, cause

You know I leave a lot of voicemails
You know I leave a lot of voicemails
I hope you listen to them [x3]

(you better listen to 'em)

You know I leave a lot of voicemails
You know I leave a lot of voicemails
I hope you listen to them [x4]