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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Harrison Armstrong
Composer
Jake Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Producer
Lyrics
Hello?
Huh?
Yeah
I don't wanna talk on the phone no more (More)
They got it twisted, they think they're oh so sure
True say, I should be open more
But they don't know what goes on behind closed doors
How can you hate on a kid?
Set pace, made change, now I'm chasin' a quid
I just slide through makes best break when I switch
Less stress in my brain but I never say shit and it's takin' the piss
Huh, minor, I'm made for this
Been puttin' in major shifts
That's how mumsy raised the kid
The fame's gone to his head
Yo, Aitch, you're a ghost, where you been?
Please lowe it, I'm busy
I've not changed, I've grown
I've gotta get dough
More time, I'm not in the city
Got my guys to the end
And I know certain man have got mine if it ever gets sticky
And I don't ever act bad but big
Bro's goin' on mad if you wanna act silly
Energy's high, no negative vibes, I'll get it in time
Stop-stop telling your lies, belling my line, expect a decline
Head's in the sky, somehow I managed to stay on the grind
But I stay true to my mind, no one can tell me that I'm not the guy
I don't wanna talk on the phone no more
They got it twisted, they think they're oh so sure
True say, I should be open more
But they don't know what goes on behind closed-
Yeah
Keep my mouth shut, I ain't talking too much
I see all of the fake, I just walk in and shush
Try and stay cool but my temperature's all the way up
You say it's all love but I'm callin' your bluff
It's crazy, you gotta go get it
A solid foundation can fall into dust
Some people used to have all of my trust
If you hate on the kid then you all can get f
Only real people around me
Say it with my chest and proudly
You'll soon change your mind if you doubt me
Imagine a playlist without me
I can't have no haters about me
They wanna throw shade and I hate when it's cloudy
Tryna make my chains then I'm outtie
No, you can't have my number, don't shout me
I don't believe them stories
I see straight through it all, it's just boring
Seen the game, kick the door in
Boy, if I shoot my shot, then I'm scorin'
Too many texts I'm ignoring
I just been in my zone and exploring
All in time, I won't force it
A wise man told me "Time is important"
I don't wanna talk on the phone no more
They got it twisted, they think they're oh so sure
True say, I should be open more
But they don't know what goes on behind closed doors
Writer(s): Harrison James Armstrong, Jacob Daniel Jones
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