Phone Down - Justina

Talk to me, put your phone down

Talk to me, put your phone down

Talk to me, put your phone

Put your phone

So what’s the worst thing that could happen if we started talking

Bowed down to your phone like Jesus Christ was on it

Head down you’re texting happy faces when indeed you’re sulking

Your Twitter bird’s in a box to guide you when you’re walking

I am knocking

Not on your door, my knuckles wouldn’t let me

I am knocking down a lotta people cos they wouldn’t hear me

Honking honking, you’re growing wings but they Be thinking Bentley

Sɛ m’adwendwen kraaa bro me so a gye m de bɛ sie ha baabi

Ma adeɛ ky

Okay I get it

It’s kinna hard to look a brother in his eyes

Talk about your weaknesses and hope he wouldn’t criticize

Best you do is post it on your status, while you wait for him to read it,

caterpillars in your stomach turn to butterflies

Psychological disturbances, they term emotion

I tried to share with peeps, they telling me I need to focus

You be hard guy, you no for worry your body ma Don

If e no be money, e no be shadders, chics Wey we won know who Dey eat, bro

Efutu bɔne nkoaa, obiaaa yɛ guy, slay queen ne drip god

Wasɔre anɔpa atwa ne snap, wanhwɛ so annyɛ ne mpaebɔ

Wakyerɛ mu make-up akɛseɛ si hɔ posti agye retweets

Na ne bundle sa a onni adamfoɔ, ayɛ nisuo ne awerɛhoɔ

We came from analytical to skin deep

Self-sufficiency, but low-key we are depressed, gee

Narcissistic generation, e Dey vex me

We’re filling bigger shoes but not attaining great feat

Great feat!

5K followers on IG, one and half friends, you surprise me, Blimey

You might be able to fit in the gang but would it define thee

Open your black eye, brother, would you find peace

Talk to me put your phone down, Talk to me put your phone down

Talk to me put your phone down, Talk to me put your phone

Put your phone, Put your phone down

Talk to me put your phone down, Talk to me put your phone down

Talk to me put your phone, Put your phone

We could have been wrong

We could have been flawed

We could have processed the purpose of people’s self-love

We could have tried to get even or we could have stayed odd

We could have let go

Or we could have tried

We could have tried to be part of the fam

We could have tried to be human again

What happened to visits?

These texts don’t really cut it, make you never forget

Lamoa saa na adeɛ akye

Lafoa saa nti w’ani agye

Yɛ woo wo aa na yɛde nsa ne nsuo kaa w’ano

Di nokorɛ, na w’ahwe ase

W’ahwe ase, W’ahwe ase, W’ahwe ase

Talk to me put your phone down, Talk to me put your phone down

Talk to me put your phone, Put your pho-one

So what is the worst thing, that could ever happen

Bowed down to your phone like Jesus Christ was on it

Talk to me put your phone down

Talk to me put your

Put your phone down

I Dare You