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letra de telephone calls - gavin parished

telepone calls – prod. typhon

[hook]
telephone calls, b-tch i don’t wanna pick up
why are you dialing me? you’ll be lucky to get a reply from me
hating on us, all that do is inspire me
making these hits, b-tch why did you lie to me
ditching the b-tches like you that hit up my phone
acting like i ain’t seen you fully exposed
if you gonna blow, do more than my phone

[verse 1]
telephone calls, b-tch i don’t wanna pick up
can’t you take a clue?
why you looking at me like i’m a half of you
when we don’t even know what the f-ck we can really still do?
i don’t even f-cking know what i can do with you
but you’re still the only b-tch i knew that i would chop and screw
keep you on the backside, even though you on his side
had my first kiss with you, keep it on dis side, dis side, ooh, yeah
call you on facetime, he’s about to make me face time
how he take my dime, he’s lucky half a five
imma pull just to start a fight
beat a homie down and leave him in the streets
just so i can post it and keep it in your feed
hear you screaming at me, acting like i am a beast
i did it for the song so you can keep it on repeat

[verse 2]
telephone calls, b-tch i ain’t gonna pick up
what should i do?
deny when you cry, want you out of my mind
you cannot have my time because i need to grind, f-ck
you b-tch, i ain’t a tool b-tch
playing games, mario, i ain’t a boo b-tch
bet your friends hating when the song drops, it’s a new lit
still dropping cause you know that i don’t give a sh-t
f-ck your man up, going one on one, i ain’t talking bout no guns
girl, i know you was the one, yet my game still ain’t won
why you do this to me? why can’t i have any fun?
call me on the phone, told me we should break up
then doing it again, cause only once just ain’t enough
f-ck my life up now i’m getting iced up
f-ck a b-tch, k!ll a snitch, and i still ain’t f-cking won, no

[verse 3]
feeling the darkness, i feel like i’m trapped
playing your games so there’s no coming back
why should i pick up the phone when we not even in the same zone? i’m so alone
tell me what the f-ck you’re trying to do and explain to me what the f-ck do you mean
i don’t even know where the f-ck i be
when i’m with you i don’t even feel free
hating on my life, slowly k!lling myself
pills kicking in, wonder if i’ll rot in h-ll
heard that i could and i’ve been told that i should
world make me feel like i won’t hit adulthood
i really wanted to have my kids with this b-tch
kept my flame lit, i spit these flames for this b-tch
now that dream broke so i’m rapping this sh-t
now i wanna pull up on myself with the stick
should’ve just picked up the phone
could’ve solved it all before it hit explode
i don’t believe it, our true love defeated, i really feel like the world just cheated
maybe it wasn’t that true, who the f-ck knew cause it ain’t me or you
f-ck it all, now we fall, this all came from our telephone calls, yuh

- gavin parished

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