Phonecalls

Got me up in my feelings
I got so much to say, but you just keep walking away
Guess I'll keep that shit for myself
Guess I'll put myself on the highest shelf, so you can't reach me
You can't reach me, no
I been moving different
I, I been in my niches
I been making moves underground but you can't see me cause I'm closing all the doors
Bad energy been coming in for way too long
Look I made another fuckin song
And it fucking slaps, think its fucking whack how y'all
Sleep on me, salt with it
Got the booth I'm up in it
I'm up next, I'm up next

Oh if you're gonna paint a picture
Just use the true colors
In the first place, in the first place
Don't lead me on, don't lead me on
Don't lead me on
Don't lead me on
Ohh
Don't lead me on, don't lead me on

You just wanna talk shit
But, I would like to throw fists
I'd really like to get to know you better
But you don't know what that is
You'll never answer my text
You're always onto the next
But, say we had a future, well
Guess the future is you sitting on the couch
Watching me on that big screen tv
While I'm playing superbowl, winning Grammys
I'm so close to popping off
Like I'm going in for the multi-platinum
You can sit there on your fucking laptop
Play those fucking games
The way you played me

But I don't wanna take that shit
I'm up onto a better lick like
I see what's up ahead
I flipped the light switch and it said my name up in those lights
Feel like I'm on cloud nine
I'm in the sky, I'm in the sky
But who the fuck am I
I'm in the sky, I'm in the sky
But who the fuck am I
I'm in the sky, I'm in the sky

I'm up next, fuck your phonecalls
Send them to text
I'm up next, fuck your phonecalls
Send them to text

You already know
What happened to before this shit was popping off
You weren't calling me then, so why the fuck are you calling me now
Hop off my line
Goofy ass, fake friend shit
Fuck out my face, I got my real ones in the studio right now



Credits
Writer(s): Amanda Marchese
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