Gotta Go

Toby: Yeah, hello Reply: Yo Tob, what’s up? Toby: A whole lot Reply: What you doing? Toby: Hangin’ with Truett, tryin’ to make music, hustlin’ Gotee, I’m getting no sleep – Yo, uh, you mind if I call you back next week I gotta go, I’m ‘bout to do a show Can’t take the stress wanna give you my best, Lord I can’t sing with this hanging over me But the show must go on, Lord, set me free Toby: Hello Cupid: Yo Tob, what’s up? Toby: Too much Cupid: What you doing? Toby: Same as yesterday, I’m here with John Reuben Cupid: Yo, tell him I said ‘hey’ Toby: What’s your name? Cupid: Yo, it’s Cupid Toby: Cupid? Cupid: Yeah man, I gave you a demo, on the cover there’s a halo Toby: Uhhh yeah, I haven’t had a chance to listen to it yet. Yo, could you hold on dude, my wife is beepin’ in. Baby, I know I’m s’posed to be home at 6, I’m just finishing this mix – they’re burnin’ me a disc. I got some dude named Cupid on the other line. I love you…baby? Cupid: Yo T, uhh, it’s still me man Toby: Oh Sorry, I’m not much for conversation I need some time with God and a mental vacation TOBYMAC can’t get to the phone. Please leave a message after the tone. I’m just a little man tryin’ to fit in God’s plan