Shad, Lisa Lobsinger - Telephone lyrics
[Shad, Lisa Lobsinger - Telephone lyrics]
I’ve been called a bad boyfriend
And even worse ex
Told put God first and her next
If she’s the only girl like
Snow White or Smurfette
She’s not, I am dating nobody
Nobody’s perfect and there’s no sure bets
Just courage and first steps we don’t talk
Got hang-ups and one-word texts
Lessons learned on hurt and discipline
In repair
Still need a lotta work like Michigan
State improves when my Pistons win or
When I see my sis again
Missing friends I call when I’m getting bent
Out of shape over, wait, fix that
Fit but no six pack cause I won’t do
Sit ups or give up Big Macs
With Shad you always get a mixed bag
Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
Healed wounds and picked scabs
More ups and downs than a Six Flags
Music with a message I left after the click
Don’t go i said, "don’t you go"
But, you hate talking on the phone
You’re way too close to home
(try your call again)
She’s so off the hook
But when I’m letting go of the telephone
She goes off the wall
Like a hella old centerfold
Should’ve left the cell at home
We’re breaking up
Can’t hear what she’s saying but
I get the tone
Nah’mean? Nah, I’ve never known
Say you mean well
Then how come I’m left alone
When I need help? This female
Won’t take my calls
It’s like pool and that’s her
Cue to break my balls
The games we play, replay the same each day
Phone tag, hide-and-seek with the PDA off
I’m on course like the PGA
Towards a deep sea cave where
My treasure is kept
Buried like death in the depths
Where I keep me safe
I’m just like, "Aye, we’ll keep in touch"
Not close like Glenn, just close enough
And the attachment’s still there
Just never opened up
And the bill for my cell is high c notes
Wynton Marsalis
Man, why Telus gotta be so selfish?
Helpless, ran out of luck
Ran out of minutes on my
Solo before I could finish (don’t go)
Don’t end this while I’m roaming
On the road dough low
Woken up with a special ring like Frodo
I get the picture, don’t upload the photo
I can see you both
Pixels in my mind load in slow-mo
TLO on the mixer switch to phono
For grown folks BB pinning hopes
But the phone’s broke
Disconnected, just a second
I’m cutting out, TLO cut the records
And even worse ex
Told put God first and her next
If she’s the only girl like
Snow White or Smurfette
She’s not, I am dating nobody
Nobody’s perfect and there’s no sure bets
Just courage and first steps we don’t talk
Got hang-ups and one-word texts
Lessons learned on hurt and discipline
In repair
Still need a lotta work like Michigan
State improves when my Pistons win or
When I see my sis again
Missing friends I call when I’m getting bent
Out of shape over, wait, fix that
Fit but no six pack cause I won’t do
Sit ups or give up Big Macs
With Shad you always get a mixed bag
Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
Healed wounds and picked scabs
More ups and downs than a Six Flags
Music with a message I left after the click
Don’t go i said, "don’t you go"
But, you hate talking on the phone
You’re way too close to home
(try your call again)
She’s so off the hook
But when I’m letting go of the telephone
She goes off the wall
Like a hella old centerfold
Should’ve left the cell at home
We’re breaking up
Can’t hear what she’s saying but
I get the tone
Nah’mean? Nah, I’ve never known
Say you mean well
Then how come I’m left alone
When I need help? This female
Won’t take my calls
It’s like pool and that’s her
Cue to break my balls
The games we play, replay the same each day
Phone tag, hide-and-seek with the PDA off
I’m on course like the PGA
Towards a deep sea cave where
My treasure is kept
Buried like death in the depths
Where I keep me safe
I’m just like, "Aye, we’ll keep in touch"
Not close like Glenn, just close enough
And the attachment’s still there
Just never opened up
And the bill for my cell is high c notes
Wynton Marsalis
Man, why Telus gotta be so selfish?
Helpless, ran out of luck
Ran out of minutes on my
Solo before I could finish (don’t go)
Don’t end this while I’m roaming
On the road dough low
Woken up with a special ring like Frodo
I get the picture, don’t upload the photo
I can see you both
Pixels in my mind load in slow-mo
TLO on the mixer switch to phono
For grown folks BB pinning hopes
But the phone’s broke
Disconnected, just a second
I’m cutting out, TLO cut the records