This song is produced by a typhon, an Italian rapper/producer, and is the first collaboration between the two artists. It is produced in two parts. The first half being a more bright beat, the second half is darker beat which has a stronger bass and the changed keys, however both halves are still si...
[Hook]
Telephone calls, bitch 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, bitch why did you lie to me
Ditching the bitches 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, bitch 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 fuck we can really still do?
I don't even fucking know what I can do with you
But you're still the only bitch 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. bitch
[Hook]
Telephone calls, bitch 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, bitch why did you lie to me
Ditching the bitches 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 2]
Telephone calls, bitch 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, fuck
You bitch, I ain't a tool bitch
Playing games, Mario, I ain't a Boo bitch
Bet your friends hating when the song drops, it's a new lit
Still dropping cause you know that I don't give a shit
Fuck 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
Fuck my life up now I'm getting iced up
Fuck a bitch, kill a snitch, and I still ain't fucking won, nah
[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 fuck you're trying to do and explain to me what the fuck do you mean
I don't even know where the fuck I be
When I'm with you I don't even feel free
Hating on my life, slowly killing myself
Pills kicking in, wonder if I'll rot in hell
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 bitch
Kept my flame lit, I spit these flames for this bitch
Now that dream broke so I'm rapping this shit
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 fuck knew cause it ain't me or you
Fuck it all, now we fall, this all came from our telephone calls, yuh
Telephone Calls was written by Gavin Parished.
Telephone Calls was produced by TYPHON (IT).
Gavin Parished released Telephone Calls on Sun Apr 05 2020.