Dial Tone
Look
I'm on not wasting my time on no more women I'm over that
Tired of fighting for all the feelings they holding back
It's funny you crossed the line, and I never drew the line
But you never gave me your time, til I stopped giving you mine (Damn)
I wanted somebody I could put all of my trust in
I struggle to see the difference in loving and fucking
With somebody who never shows me their interest in me
Til I let go of them, now they give their attention to me? (Damn)
Attention to me? Wait til a nigga popping
As soon as a nigga popping, it's gon give a nigga options
We ain't even a couple, I don't see why you're getting toxic
I could've opened doors for you, but you just left me knocking
Fuck it, I'm on my own, can't trip cause I know we grown
Decisions I'm making gon do me right, while you did me wrong
Gave you an inch, you took a mile, and now I'm gone
Don't hit up my phone, you going straight to the dial tone (Damn)
No time for you, no time for me
Only got time for getting money, no time to sleep
No time for peace, only for peace of mind
I got a large plate, can't no one get a piece of mine
Please don't call my phone, you get the dial tone
This time
This time
Yeah
Always tryna complicate shit, my co-pilot and wasn't tryna operate shit
I got my own problems, my own ways to solve 'em
You gone, ain't crying bout you, I'm on
I got a lot going on, starting inside of my home
Drinking til I go numb, to all the feelings I was catching messaging with my thumbs
The sweetest cookies will leave me with nothing but the crumbs
Taking off for a bum nigga, look like a dumb nigga
But I ain't no dumb nigga, I'm your number one nigga
Ain't finna be a side nigga, tryna have fun with ya
Would go on the run with ya, I gotta run from ya
I let my heart wander tryna get me some tongue from ya
This shit is too much to process, I'm trying to progress
From the bullshit, that's having me looking a hot mess
I'm not the type to stress, the type that might finesse
My way out of thot shit, I'm tryna pop shit
No time for you, no time for me
Only got time for getting money, no time to sleep
No time for peace, only for peace of mind
I got a large plate, can't no one get a piece of mine
Please don't call my phone, you get the dial tone
This time
This time
Yeah
Alright
I'm on not wasting my time on no more women I'm over that
Tired of fighting for all the feelings they holding back
It's funny you crossed the line, and I never drew the line
But you never gave me your time, til I stopped giving you mine (Damn)
I wanted somebody I could put all of my trust in
I struggle to see the difference in loving and fucking
With somebody who never shows me their interest in me
Til I let go of them, now they give their attention to me? (Damn)
Attention to me? Wait til a nigga popping
As soon as a nigga popping, it's gon give a nigga options
We ain't even a couple, I don't see why you're getting toxic
I could've opened doors for you, but you just left me knocking
Fuck it, I'm on my own, can't trip cause I know we grown
Decisions I'm making gon do me right, while you did me wrong
Gave you an inch, you took a mile, and now I'm gone
Don't hit up my phone, you going straight to the dial tone (Damn)
No time for you, no time for me
Only got time for getting money, no time to sleep
No time for peace, only for peace of mind
I got a large plate, can't no one get a piece of mine
Please don't call my phone, you get the dial tone
This time
This time
Yeah
Always tryna complicate shit, my co-pilot and wasn't tryna operate shit
I got my own problems, my own ways to solve 'em
You gone, ain't crying bout you, I'm on
I got a lot going on, starting inside of my home
Drinking til I go numb, to all the feelings I was catching messaging with my thumbs
The sweetest cookies will leave me with nothing but the crumbs
Taking off for a bum nigga, look like a dumb nigga
But I ain't no dumb nigga, I'm your number one nigga
Ain't finna be a side nigga, tryna have fun with ya
Would go on the run with ya, I gotta run from ya
I let my heart wander tryna get me some tongue from ya
This shit is too much to process, I'm trying to progress
From the bullshit, that's having me looking a hot mess
I'm not the type to stress, the type that might finesse
My way out of thot shit, I'm tryna pop shit
No time for you, no time for me
Only got time for getting money, no time to sleep
No time for peace, only for peace of mind
I got a large plate, can't no one get a piece of mine
Please don't call my phone, you get the dial tone
This time
This time
Yeah
Alright
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Writer(s): Kenneth Sturkey
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