call me
You wonder why we broke up
'Cause I had to get my dough up
And I'm tired of picking clothes up
'Cause after all I give no fucks
And people wanna call me crazy
But what you want, it doesn't phase me
Been like this since I was a baby
I'm the only one who can change me
I feel like shit I must've drank too much (Nah, nah)
I've been done and you're just waking up (Uh)
Where were you? I had to make it up (Haha)
I've had enough but you can't take enough
I've been going through changes
Didn't think I'd ever take it
She don't wanna see me make it
Only wanna see me naked
I don't really fuck with bitches no more
All they are is extra noise and they always unemployed and like-
Nobody in the room know she a whore
She don't wanna see me swimming she gotta stay on the shore
I don't think you really got much to explore
And I only wanna fuck her 'cause I'm bored
She put two and two together, what's the score?
I don't really think you want it anymore
I feel like shooting up her party
Shots to the liver like she sipping on Bacardi
I don't think you want to be a mommy
But you might as well with what you call me (Call me)
'Cause I had to get my dough up
And I'm tired of picking clothes up
'Cause after all I give no fucks
And people wanna call me crazy
But what you want, it doesn't phase me
Been like this since I was a baby
I'm the only one who can change me
I feel like shit I must've drank too much (Nah, nah)
I've been done and you're just waking up (Uh)
Where were you? I had to make it up (Haha)
I've had enough but you can't take enough
I've been going through changes
Didn't think I'd ever take it
She don't wanna see me make it
Only wanna see me naked
I don't really fuck with bitches no more
All they are is extra noise and they always unemployed and like-
Nobody in the room know she a whore
She don't wanna see me swimming she gotta stay on the shore
I don't think you really got much to explore
And I only wanna fuck her 'cause I'm bored
She put two and two together, what's the score?
I don't really think you want it anymore
I feel like shooting up her party
Shots to the liver like she sipping on Bacardi
I don't think you want to be a mommy
But you might as well with what you call me (Call me)
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Writer(s): Al Jr. Jackson, Willie Mitchell, Al L. Green
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