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