Call Me
Don't care to go out, I'd rather sit in
Won't really see me out, I'm coolin' in
I don't wanna see no faces, I don't wanna go no places
I don't wanna do no thing
Moving slow, vision blurry, damn
Can't crash the whip, I can't crash it damn
Might call an Uber, take me to the crib
I'm fucking faded, hella faded
Back of the Uber where I'm waiting
For this girl to hit me again
Tell me to come over
She ain't even call me in about four weeks
She ain't even call me in some weeks
I hope she didn't move on because
If she did, I'ma keep drinking till she calls me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me, babe
Sent her a message
Told her how I felt from the heart
Told her just how it was from the start
She left it on read, oh my heart
Make me a meme
This feel like a meme
Think 'bout the days when I used to be all up in your jeans
I ain't up in your jeans no more
It ain't what it seems no more
It ain't what it is no more
But, I'm faded
Back of the Uber where I'm waiting
For this girl to hit me again
Tell me to come over
She ain't even call me in about four weeks
She ain't even call me in some weeks
I hope she didn't move on because
If she did, I'ma keep drinking till she calls me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me, babe
Won't really see me out, I'm coolin' in
I don't wanna see no faces, I don't wanna go no places
I don't wanna do no thing
Moving slow, vision blurry, damn
Can't crash the whip, I can't crash it damn
Might call an Uber, take me to the crib
I'm fucking faded, hella faded
Back of the Uber where I'm waiting
For this girl to hit me again
Tell me to come over
She ain't even call me in about four weeks
She ain't even call me in some weeks
I hope she didn't move on because
If she did, I'ma keep drinking till she calls me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me, babe
Sent her a message
Told her how I felt from the heart
Told her just how it was from the start
She left it on read, oh my heart
Make me a meme
This feel like a meme
Think 'bout the days when I used to be all up in your jeans
I ain't up in your jeans no more
It ain't what it seems no more
It ain't what it is no more
But, I'm faded
Back of the Uber where I'm waiting
For this girl to hit me again
Tell me to come over
She ain't even call me in about four weeks
She ain't even call me in some weeks
I hope she didn't move on because
If she did, I'ma keep drinking till she calls me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me
Call me, call me, babe
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Writer(s): Dashean Porter, Robert Bills
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