SiR - Don't Call My Phone lyrics
[SiR - Don't Call My Phone lyrics]
Thought I was letting up, didn't cha'?
Nobody checking for you, bro
Nobody feeling ya
I'm feeling like I'm chilling but
I'm kinda killing ya
So if I get to killing then
I might really finish it
Career in turmoil like a car in flames
Speeding down the 110, seat belt jammed
Cruise by in my whip, watch it all go down
If she asks do I give a fuck, not me
No ma'am you about to crash
Right into the wall called your education
Your last tape wasn't really
Cause for celebration you last place
Thinking I'm about to let you speak up
I'm half baked but I still
Cook a better plate
With a hella feature from your girl
That's way better than what you
Could ever give me, dawg
I never need ya, don't act silly, dawg
I barely see you, don't act silly, dawg
I barely see you
Don't call my phone no more
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up
I ain't picking up
I might make your baby mama my Valentine
She give me love sweeter than Caroline
She say she know that she like to borrow bars
Talk about women when you ain’t in the car
Let you tell it
She mad 'cause you had a falling out
But you ain't nothing like
What you talk about?
Walk around like you the one they talk about
It's true but what they say about
You is that you trash
I could take you out while I'm fully loaded
But I better save this ammo
For a better bogey
West Side grammar so official
Someone blow the whistle
If I offend you, bro
I promise that I really meant to
I put in work for the team
Shout the true and gentle
Stay crisp, stay clean, keep the Caddy simple
White walls, trunk knocking the lady driver
Take a hit of the sky
Let it take me higher, let it take me higher
Take a hit of the sky let it take me higher
I keep aiming higher
So don't call my phone, no more
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up
Nobody checking for you, bro
Nobody feeling ya
I'm feeling like I'm chilling but
I'm kinda killing ya
So if I get to killing then
I might really finish it
Career in turmoil like a car in flames
Speeding down the 110, seat belt jammed
Cruise by in my whip, watch it all go down
If she asks do I give a fuck, not me
No ma'am you about to crash
Right into the wall called your education
Your last tape wasn't really
Cause for celebration you last place
Thinking I'm about to let you speak up
I'm half baked but I still
Cook a better plate
With a hella feature from your girl
That's way better than what you
Could ever give me, dawg
I never need ya, don't act silly, dawg
I barely see you, don't act silly, dawg
I barely see you
Don't call my phone no more
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up
I ain't picking up
I might make your baby mama my Valentine
She give me love sweeter than Caroline
She say she know that she like to borrow bars
Talk about women when you ain’t in the car
Let you tell it
She mad 'cause you had a falling out
But you ain't nothing like
What you talk about?
Walk around like you the one they talk about
It's true but what they say about
You is that you trash
I could take you out while I'm fully loaded
But I better save this ammo
For a better bogey
West Side grammar so official
Someone blow the whistle
If I offend you, bro
I promise that I really meant to
I put in work for the team
Shout the true and gentle
Stay crisp, stay clean, keep the Caddy simple
White walls, trunk knocking the lady driver
Take a hit of the sky
Let it take me higher, let it take me higher
Take a hit of the sky let it take me higher
I keep aiming higher
So don't call my phone, no more
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up
I ain't picking up i ain't picking up