FaceTime
(...)
Chea
You know what time it is
I know you see me calling your phone
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
I'm on your ass today
This nigga like what's a name
They all the same
Send me more pictures cause girl you got body
And my favorite hobby is drawing your frame
I ain't Picasso but I'm still a artist
You might be a artist the way that you sing
Screaming my name
I got your legs right on top of that frame
You doin' tricks as if you David Blaine
(Blaine Blaine)
I been outside for this hot girl summer
I'm hot you cold and we chilled last summer
Kept it on the low we friends go friend best friend
But I still ain't change my number
(Ha)
I love the way that you walk
Ain't no one speaking my language
I don't entertain it I don't wanna talk
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
Hopefully you notice me
Honestly it's totally
Mind boggling
How niggas be jelly but word to the deady
I really got something to prove
I been to New Orleans I been to Chicago
But still that ain't brighten my mood
Tell you the truth
I'm in New York and I studied the views
I'm bright like a light and I don't wanna lose
Niggas really swear that we bros and sis
But it's all just lines like stones and sticks
Momma said sticks and stones won't break your bones
But it still hurt like a bitch
I done been the only one caring the only sharing
Nobody taught me shit
How the hell you claim that you feel my pain
You don't know my pain you don't know my life
You don't know my heart you don't know my mind
You don't know my love you don't know my might
I done been down in the dirt I'm out in the mud
I'm civil I don't wanna fight
You didn't tell me your spending a night
You gave me a minute I needed more time
You been ignoring my call I need you tah
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
(...)
Chea
You know what time it is
I know you see me calling your phone
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
I'm on your ass today
This nigga like what's a name
They all the same
Send me more pictures cause girl you got body
And my favorite hobby is drawing your frame
I ain't Picasso but I'm still a artist
You might be a artist the way that you sing
Screaming my name
I got your legs right on top of that frame
You doin' tricks as if you David Blaine
(Blaine Blaine)
I been outside for this hot girl summer
I'm hot you cold and we chilled last summer
Kept it on the low we friends go friend best friend
But I still ain't change my number
(Ha)
I love the way that you walk
Ain't no one speaking my language
I don't entertain it I don't wanna talk
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
Hopefully you notice me
Honestly it's totally
Mind boggling
How niggas be jelly but word to the deady
I really got something to prove
I been to New Orleans I been to Chicago
But still that ain't brighten my mood
Tell you the truth
I'm in New York and I studied the views
I'm bright like a light and I don't wanna lose
Niggas really swear that we bros and sis
But it's all just lines like stones and sticks
Momma said sticks and stones won't break your bones
But it still hurt like a bitch
I done been the only one caring the only sharing
Nobody taught me shit
How the hell you claim that you feel my pain
You don't know my pain you don't know my life
You don't know my heart you don't know my mind
You don't know my love you don't know my might
I done been down in the dirt I'm out in the mud
I'm civil I don't wanna fight
You didn't tell me your spending a night
You gave me a minute I needed more time
You been ignoring my call I need you tah
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uh
Uh
Call me on the FaceTime
Even though you ain't mine
Don't it feel good when I hold you from the waistline
Moving at the same time
Uhhhhh
(...)
Credits
Writer(s): Angelique Yarborough
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