Phone Call
I'm in Texas and she in Pennsylvania
Never seen her so I cannot restrain her
She in Philly with the bikes and the bangers
I'm in Dallas wit da rugers and rangers
Long distance going have you overthinking
So don't do it or else you going be sinking
I swear I hate it when I got expectations
So she gettin gone
I don't got her phone nomo
Phone calls be the most
FaceTimes always show
All the curves strike a pose
Like soulja kiss me through the phone
She got a man and I ain't know
So I left that shit alone
I'm talking about the conversation of saving
Was out the window once I peeped her behavior
And I be genuine so you know I'm anxious
To show her all da naughty stuff I was thinking
And I was falling for you hard that's why gave me some stitches
You knew I would banana split it
And I don't give a fuck about her job
When you on the clock I be hitting you up just to see if you with it
And I know that you been working hard
Can tell by the face on your picture
Go to happy hour for some liquor
And I love how you put on facades
To make a young nigga remember
The stuff I'm missing from a distance
Never seen her so I cannot restrain her
She in Philly with the bikes and the bangers
I'm in Dallas wit da rugers and rangers
Long distance going have you overthinking
So don't do it or else you going be sinking
I swear I hate it when I got expectations
So she gettin gone
I don't got her phone nomo
Phone calls be the most
FaceTimes always show
All the curves strike a pose
Like soulja kiss me through the phone
She got a man and I ain't know
So I left that shit alone
I'm talking about the conversation of saving
Was out the window once I peeped her behavior
And I be genuine so you know I'm anxious
To show her all da naughty stuff I was thinking
And I was falling for you hard that's why gave me some stitches
You knew I would banana split it
And I don't give a fuck about her job
When you on the clock I be hitting you up just to see if you with it
And I know that you been working hard
Can tell by the face on your picture
Go to happy hour for some liquor
And I love how you put on facades
To make a young nigga remember
The stuff I'm missing from a distance
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Writer(s): Jonathan Bell
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