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(Ayy, man)

She blowin' up my phone sayin' it's over now
She movin' like she from somebody else to hold her down
I keep a Rollie on my wrist like

soul is empty
money's useless

age is more than just a number
social life a frozen tundra
throw my phone into the microwave
greetings from the gates

ਸਕਿਆ
ਪੂਰਾ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਲਾਇਆ ਬੱਸ mail id ਮਿਲੀ
ਤੇਰਾ phone number ਨੀ ਪਤਾ ਕਰ ਸਕਿਆ
ਗੱਲਾਂ ਦਿਲ ਦੀਆਂ ਭੇਜਨਿਆਂ
ਗੱਲਾਂ ਦਿਲ ਦੀਆਂ ਭੇਜਨਿਆਂ
ਤੂੰ ਭੇਜਦੀ ਬੇਸ਼ਕ hmm hmm
ਕਾਲੇ ਕਾਲੇ

cold like anemic

My emails been still loading
Blowing up my phone and
If it is important I'll get
To it in the morning
I'm floating, demigod flowing

Uh, lala lala lala uh, I'm pissed off

Yeah, wakin' up, it's the same shit
On the fuckin' phone
I been screaming for ages
I been makin' songs, I

The same damn shirt
I don’t like niggas checking ma phone
I got dick pics that I send to dick chicks
Chicks drink cum like a mystic exquisite
I ain’t going

YEAH WE GAVE IT A GOOD GO GIRL

KEEP MY NUMBER IN YOUR PHONE IN CASE YOU EVER NEED IT
I DON'T NEED THAT JACKET YOU JUST KEEP IT
BEFORE YOU LEAVE WE'LL

Red numbers blinking on the phone
Sunlight hitting the curtains just so
Another day
Here with you

Pink skin wet from taking a bath
Later walking

to carry on
Now I'm chilled, cold alone
There's an aching in my bones
I try to dial the number but I can't pick up the phone
I've got to reach out, touch

dem)
Tu peux bloquer mon phone girl
Je resterai le number one
(Tu sais bébé vaut mieux)

Tu sais bébé vaut mieux m'éviter (vaut mieux m'éviter)
Tu

damn heater
Couldn't see my pops last year

I tried your phone
That number doesn't work
I called your home
Y'all left it off the hook
Never found

to face the night
Just depends if you're talkin' about her world or mine

There's a number on a phone that one of us erased
There's a "late-night can we

shit confused, I been legit
Bitch go ask my mama, yeah I been a fool, been with the shit

Way before I found out how to number 2, I up a few
He running

some NFTs
But I took those tokens and I funged up
Every single one that you gave me
(I made it fungible)

Got a hands-free phone but I’m holding it

on you
Shit I put that on me you all me I'm tryna
Slide on you, slide on you

You change your number every other month
Its hard to keep a line on
You,

(Ayy, attention, attention)
(If you look to seat number four, table three)
(That's my ex right there)
(And I'm finna sing to her)
(I was a uh- I

and half
Bricks fall off my razor my bitch cold
And she smoke like she a quarter Jamaican
I talk numbers
All boss shit that ya'll could relate with
I like my

and millions of products that all kill you
We're standing on top of tall mountains while you make lists, pretend to have fun
Our laptops and phones are all

off skill
Got ya bitch in the middle, Times Square
Lauryn Hill told her my phone was dead
She wrote her number on a bill
Off-white paint on my jacket

When you're feeling like expressing your affection For someone night and day Take up the phone and ask for your connection We'll give it right away.

know your worth, these niggas try to lowball
So if that card decline, I'ma do the same to your phone call
Got forty inches, hair draggin' to my hip

I aint no number on the table
Lying beneath a soggy playbill
I ain't no cain
I ain't no abel
I'm something all my own
Now there's a time for petty

the 'phone went dead. I slammed it down and gazed into the street
Where the mob was gathering in mid-November, shirt-sleeved in the heat.

Until now it seemed

on my white tee
Italian wood floors in my crib, I'm not a ball player
If you not talkin' big numbers I'ma call you later
Glidin' in the 992 lookin'