Lyrics Injury Reserve – 3rd Pick / Phone A Friend

3rd Pick

«And now, we are ready for the 3rd pick and the Chicago Bulls, who have been drafting very high down through the years, and they have the 3rd pick today
The Chicago Bulls pick…»

H-hello? Hey, Mom. What? I know, I told you, I told you, I told you I was gonna do it, I couldn’t… I know, I love you, Mom. Ay, hold on though, hold on because, lemme call you back ’cause Grandma’s callin’ me. Alright, alright, love you

Hello? Hello? Lauren, lemme talk to Grandma. Why’re you, why’re you ca-, why’re you callin’ on Grandma’s phone? Hey, Grandma. Thank you, thank you. Love you too. Ay, ay, Coach, Coach Roberts is callin’ me, though. Alright, I’ll talk to you later

Hello? Hey, Coach. Thanks so much. Thank you. Oh no — yeah, yeah, I gotchu, I gotchu but, um… But, ay, lemme go, m-, uh, is callin’ me. Yeah, aight

Phone A Friend

Hello? Wassup! Wassup, man? Yo, I miss you, bro. Gettin’ locked up and shit. What, bro? Lemme tell me, bro! Tell me, nigga, for real, tell me. Alright, hold on, lemme put you on speaker

Glad you doin’ good
Great you’re doin’ fine
Seems like I’m defined for being confined
Trapped behind these bars for a little bit of BS
But when I heard your name at that draft
I knew we’d be blessed
No more dirty money
Finally cleaning up this mess that I call life
Just glad the judge didn’t call «life»
But now and then, even refs miscall, right?
See you soon, my brother
You know we gotta ball, right?

You know I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you
You’re my brother, all these suckas say that even if you
Didn’t get locked, you still wouldn’t get a spot
At the top of the draft, like your pops
And I just say, «I love you»
No matter what, you were my teammate
My brother, my best friend
Your mother is blessed, man
I know the media was all over you
Feel like they smother you

Shit, and I’ll never be a «Yes Man»
But if they ask me that you’re the best
The answer’s yes, man
And if I get married, you know you’ll be my best man
Seems like yesterday, we growing up in the ‘jects, fam
Now all you do is see green like a Jets fan
All these bad chicks and private jets, damn
Make sure you stay humble, forget the rest
I’m proud of you, fam, wish you much success

I got you, brother
Actually, I got great news
I’m coming back home, your way, for a week or two
It’s gon’ be just like old times, me and you
Young and reckless, lookin’ for a freak or two
I’mma be honest, it’s difficult to figure out what’s goin’ down
Head goin’ in circles, merry-go-rounds
Am I happy, sad, scared, anxious?
Smiley or frowns?
Am I growin’ up or growin’ down?
Down

Yeah
Am I growin’ up or growin’ down?
Down
Am I growin’ up or growin’ down?
Down