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Shad
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Telephone
(Try to call again) (Try to call again) (Try to call again)
VERSE 1
I've been called a bad boyfriend, and even worse Ex Told put God first and her next 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, discipline And repair, still need a lot of work, like Michigan('s) 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 State improves when my Pistons win Or when I see my sis again With some friends I call when I'm gettin' bent Outta shape over, ... wait, fix that Fit, but no six-pack, 'Cause I won't do sit-ups of 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 lacked after the click, don't...
[CHORUS]
I said, don't you go You hate talking on the phone You're too far, way too close to home
I said, don't you go You hate talking on the phone You're too far, way too close to home
VERSE 2
She's so off the hook, but when I'm lettin' 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 Kna'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 P.D.A. Off, I'm on course, like the PGA Towards the deep sea cave Where my treasure is kept Buried like death in depths where I keep me safe It's just like, ay, keep in touch Not Close like Glenn, just close enough But attachment's still there, just never opened up
[CHORUS]
I said, don't you go You hate talking on the phone You're too far, way too close to home
I said, don't you go You hate talking on the phone You're too far, way too close to home
VERSE 3
And the bill from my cell is high C-Notes, Wynton Marsalis Man, why tellers gotta be so selfish Helpless Ran outta luck, ran outta minutes on my solo, before I could finish 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, bold pixels in my mind load in slow-mo T Lo on the mix, just switch to phono Grown folks, we be pinnin' hopes but the phone's broke Disconnected Just a second I'm cuttin' out, T Lo, cut the records
(Please,) (Try to call again) (Try to call again) (We're sorry, your call did not go through) (Try to call again)
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