Comadre - Hit Me Up On My Celly Cell lyrics

Our heads are a couple of cases And i am everything and miserable without you. Three thousand miles can hold so much. These miles of land. The land is separation. How much desperation in between? Like a phone call with no reception, Our heads are a couple of cases And we're so miserable without each other. Can't wait till we Can see the same sunset At the same time Can't wait till a phone call doesn't mean Three thousand miles. I think our heads Are a couple of cases. Hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell. I think our heads Are a couple of cases. We are the doctors With all the prescriptions. Can't wait till our appointment comes. It's the only medication.