Lyrics:
every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this on my mind
at my phone
I call you, you don't call me back
Almost had a heart attack
I'm listening to the window moan
Time spent looking at my phone
Closer
Rush hour traffic
Always puts me in a bad mood
I got chewed out by the boss today
And now I'm stuck on highway ninety two
Then you call me on my
Young Chop on the beat
Ooh, oh, oh, oh
She's gonna get, oh
My night runs into morning, all the time
And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my
I do.
I can finish any sentence you start.
Woah, I know you, I know you by heart.
[D:] I know every time you want to call,
I pick up the phone
And the phone call came from his sister
It was that old familiar pain
His mother was at the doorstep
Of heaven's pure white light
At the end of the service
waited a long time for this
Well look, as soon as I get there I'ma call you aight?
Bring me what I need?
Yeah (call me, just call me)
When you need
So I never call your phone
I'ma stay high so I never call your phone
Huhhh
So I never call your phone
I'ma stay high so I never call your phone
Huhhh
sorry nigga, heh, I'm tryna come home, hey
Now when the phone start to click in, your words start to echo
Say you got to hang up but the man won't let
your bone in
Easy, call em on the phone and
platinum Chanel cologne and
I stay, dressed, to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
if
RedOne, Konvict
GaGa, oh, eh
I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy
advice
Well, tell 'em they look a-like they need a love in their life
And give 'em my number
Give 'em my number
And tell 'em I'm waitin' by the phone
the tears begin to flow
Cause I pass by every place we used to meet
And when I'm home alone
My friends call me on the phone
They all say that you will not
York City to Japan
I'll be there ba-by
Just call my phone and I'll come flying
On the next plane to you
Never worry 'cause I'm ya woman
And I
in the place
Move the crowd
Cut the snake
Walked right out
Another day slips by
Got to fix the mind
I've got the mind maligned
With I mean mine
Got
Rain on me
By his grace the phone ring
A lady said were hiring and
That's when I knew
You saved me [4x]
Now i was 18 out there on the block
See every time you come around
You got to bring Jim, James, Paul, and Tyrone
See why can't we be by ourselves, sometimes
See I've been having this
Polo sweaters.
I seen her eyes and I instantly fell in love
Ik I'm not and addict but that woman is my drug.
I call her my lil patti and she call me
blast
I'm a lucky man, and you're the lucky lady
Call you on the phone
Lemme call you on the phone
Call you on the phone
Lemme call you on the phone
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Bernie Rhodes knows don't argue
Why must you record my phone calls?
Are you planning a bootleg LP?
Said you've been threatened by gangsters
Now
'Cause no one comes to call on him
And his phone it never rings
He wanders through his empty home
Surrounded by his things
And silently I say a little
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
call my phone
Said I wanna be left alone, be left alone
Please, please don't stop by my home
No, no 'cause I feel it's just matter of time
Till you
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