She ain't tryna go low, go head home
You didn't even talk to me on the phone
Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied
I keep texting on my phone for the whole night
On my phone miss havin you around
Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route
Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home
Everyday calling my mom on her cellular phone.
This nigga jasper trying to get grown
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
Playin with fire is a danger zone
Sit here on my phone in my room all alone
Ya like that let me know on my the phone
And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone
Call me on your eighteenth
Tryna kill my dreams
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