[Verse]
Mrs. Inez sittin', scrollin’ through despair
Phone so quiet, not a chirp in the air
Screen dimmer than a basement bulb, bare
She whispered to Siri, "Do I still exist there?"
Checked the Wi-Fi, checked the bars, checked her soul
Inbox emptier than a bucket with a hole
Thought she heard a buzz, but it’s her fridge hummin’
"Lord, send a text, or I’m out here thumb drummin’!"
[Chorus]
Dry line blues, ain't no one comin' through
Her ringtone’s rusted, cobwebs on the queue
She wishes, oh she wishes, for a notification’s hue
Mrs. Inez, baby, she got them dry line blues
[Verse 2]
She sent herself a text, just to feel alive
Put her number in the Yellow Pages, 2005
Tried a group chat, but they left her on read
Now she talking to her plants, they all nodding their heads
Flipped through her contacts, "Who’s worth the dial?"
Even spam callers said, "We’ll hit you in a while"
Downloaded apps, swiped right, swiped wrong
But the silence in her phone just keeps singing that song
[Chorus]
Dry line blues, ain't no one comin' through
Her ringtone’s rusted, cobwebs on the queue
She wishes, oh she wishes, for a notification’s hue
Mrs. Inez, baby, she got them dry line blues