Call

We could've been so fly
We could've been so high
We could have been top five
We could have made doves cry

Now everything's different
Side effects of loving with no intentions
No regrets, but tell me where my friend went
A part of me is missing

Look, I know you want a real nigga
And I want you in the worst way
Tired of playing games (tired of playing games)
Tired of making plans that never workout
'Cause all of the doubt
Is it too late to turn around?
Did we go down every route?

Maybe I should call
Can't even talk for good reason
You're all that I'm needing
So lost, I've been meaning to call (so lost)
Can't even talk for good reason
You're all that I'm needing
So lost, I've been meaning to- (yeah)

One day, I'll get the message, hold on, it's coming back
Memories associated with images all attached
You with your newest nigga, I used to be all in that
From touching heaven's sky, it seems I've fallen flat

You got your masters, you look good in a cap and gown
I peeped it on the 'gram, been meaning to track you down, that's toxic
Just hit me whenever you back in town
One star, 69, you coming right back around

It's not you, but it's me
My heart cold, my degrees
My eyes, they can't believe
Your lines on DND
Damage already done, the quality seen in me
Cancel any possibility ever that you would leave

Last night I had a dream, you were here close to me
Shotgun in the Saturn is where you supposed to be
Your scent's potpourri, I still got your rosaries
In iPhone, no rotary, you over me
But hopefully you-

Call
Can't even talk for good reason
You're all that I'm needing
So lost, I've been meaning to call
Can't even talk for good reason
You're all that I'm needing
So lost, I've been meaning to-

Call
You know you better (talk)
Ain't going be no better
All I can't neglect you

Call
You know you better (talk)
Ain't going be no better
All I can't neglect you



Credits
Writer(s): Nana Opong, Timothy Vickers, Aidan Carroll, Reginald Becton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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