Lyrics:
that bitch if she talking to me (What is she talking about?)
I don't wanna hear words that's coming from her
Diamonds they filtering out all the greed
'em this
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What
Throwing rocks at a window
Stumble into a telephone pole
While the light shines down on your person
Filtering through all your aversions
Love
All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire
And some just clap their hands,
'em this
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, baby?
What it do? What it be like?
Can I get your telephone number, girl?
What
Doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right
The rock band's cookin' and the drummer's gettin' down
We're doin' it right
Doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right, doin' it right
The rock band's cookin' and the drummer's gettin' down
We're doin' it right
Making me aggressive
Depressed and I'm
Never ever alone
Breaking all my back bones
Wrist bones
Telephones
Gray stones and black stones
Wrist bands
telephone is listening and tracking all my moves
I'm surrounded by enemies and dont know what to do
Im praying that my liver can keep filtering this booze
the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
A million rappers, some
New York the city itself was stress depression
High boots and urban beats that wasn't my direction
Producers filtering join in with R&B
bros
I'm despa to see toes, done with Khan, we pros
You a liar, liar, pants on fire, hanging on a telephone wire
Gonna get the band, gonna get the whole
to live like this
How I'm feeling I can't explain it
Now we don't talk much
We don't argue too often
Mr. Telephone Man fix my line
Telephone Man run as fast
mighty fine.
He’s got the girl from the movies, but the band left him behind
Call me up on the telephone
Oh wait baby, accept and hold
Call me up
them know (let them know)
Stepping in dressed in Margiela though
Bitches I don't want stay hitting telephone (telephone)
I ain't there yet but I'm hella
hear the band
I won't lie
Found a love
I had to rediscover
I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away
There are times when it breaks and I
hear the band
I won't lie
Found a love
I had to rediscover
I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away
There are times when it breaks and I
Go the feds, you scared shoot in air, la la ah ah
Couple hands, couple bands it look like you over us
Makin 25 million oh yeah
Gonna spend one for
and still couldn't see the plans
Never see the real news
Money piles/rubber bands
All we seeing on the news
War on terror Pakistan
Skimmed through the whole
you're late
All I do is win
Negativity in the bin
Filtering shit now the streets look clean
And I'm taking my wheels for a spin
Niggas be busting a nut
Me
systemized, if a hero ain't seeing through the villains eyes
When the allies propagating with their filtered lies
Filtering the sentences that couldn't be
And in between times, crossing county lines
Drinking cheap red wines, coping with our ups and downs
And the band just keeps on a-rollin', we all keep
Lonely days are gone, aaow
Since when create a band group
(Create a band group)
This why we wrote the song
I ever ever my life before
And then wrote
Don't call me up - Don't call me up
Don't call me up when you're alone
Don't call me up - Don't call me up
Don't call me on the telephone
I am
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