Lyrics

[Intro] Lemme see if this nigga gon' pick up the phone, man Hollywood ass nigga *The mailbox is full and cannot accept any messages at this time, Goodbye* Maaan this nigga! [Hook] Uh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Yeah [Verse 1] Uh Dear Brenton promise I'm not bitchin' But you got my digits Why you never call or visit? Think I'm feelin' some tension Not my intention I just want all your attention Cause nowadays you on a wave Salty I had to miss it I called you, you probably missed it Just wanted to kick it cause you the ticket Out of this life I'm livin' I caught your last show, you ripped it Fuckin' asshole, you dip shit Never knew you'd be so gifted Back then it was unrealistic Goals you listed, I admit it See you didn't They call you Bam, I call you Brenton So you never forget where You started to get there It fell outta thin air They might not've been there But I was, when you got hot buzz When you got hot fudge They know who I was Don't make me feel some type of way You know I got guns The type of ones that you can't outrun I might just get to actin' different all this hate in my blood I don't have anything against you, I'ma hate just because You was who you was [Hook] Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Uh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Uh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Uh huh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Yeah, uh huh [Verse 2] I hear your music and your voice sells Now you voice sales Heard you boy sells Do you hoist scales? These industry niggas snakes But you avoid scales, I can tell Break down another L Inhale, exhale Nextel blowin' up Wonder how your ex feel Textin' all these fake hoes But I guess the sex real, ha ha Mister "hey what's up? let's chill" I guess that's what the fame does I hope you stay the same 'cause This industry can go right to your head And have your brain plugged But your name plugged at the same clubs I came from But never change up Before I hang up It's one more thing I gotta bring up Make sure you never give your name up Remember who you are because the media might frame us You can get the money but the money never made us God on your side never worry 'bout them haters In 10 years from now they might consider you the greatest Dear Brenton [Interlude: Voicemails] What's up Mister Hollywood I saw you were back in huh, back in Chicago You didn't hit my line or anything, it's cool... Man I seen you in that new "Red Ferrari" video I was tryna see if I could get a ride, you feel me Sending me to voicemail, huh [Verse 3] I seen you hit my line Sorry I ain't pick up in time I've been on the grind See it's been a lot on my mind Sometimes you just gotta realize Realize, real eyes, real lies You don't know what's goin' on over this side You don't care how I feel on the inside You ain't ever called to check up Now you wanna call 'cause my check up Now you wanna tell me I'm next up Hoppin' out the black hood with extra Found out you bein' extra You see I'm a star, you a extra 'member I was ridin' on the metro Broke in the mind, I was f'd up Never ate lunch or breakfast I was still online flexin' I was still late night sexin' Don't worry 'bout me changin' Just be glad you agin' Eyes look like I'm Asian Please contact my agent Ain't no rush, I'm patient If you aren't with me don't say shit Know my life look fun but I'm not on vacation I got allegations To my salutations But I don't got time for Too much conversation Bam [Outro] (Various voices speaking on answering machine) Uh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Uh Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Ha Dear Brenton (Dear Brenton) Yeah, uh