Every time we had a pay card
I don’t know how to use a telephone
I can’t talk to my baby
I don’t know if I can get along

I said “Hello operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I am”

Just a day at the market
I couldn’t tell the brother from the beans
I got the meat that were potatoes
The fish were tomatoes and the cash here was my marble

I said “Hello operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I am”

Just a day in trap, I’d heard of a lifetime rebel
My intuit police and wants to get the father in dead blow
I said “Go blow your alma
Won’t you let me speak my mind?”

I said in full boom "Operator, I’m the one who loves you, my mind”
Yeah, oh, oh, yeah

Now they’re taking me away
They’ve thrown away my set of keys
I ain’t got no telephone
They won’t let me speak my peace

I said “Hello operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I am”

I said “Hello operator, I’ll be dead on the police
That he won’t remember who I am”