Listen to Call Me Back (feat. Micah Freeman) by Cherele

Call Me Back (feat. Micah Freeman)

Cherele

Alternative Rap

1 Shazams

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cherele Swygert
Cherele Swygert
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Micah Freeman
Micah Freeman
Lyrics
Cherele Swygert
Cherele Swygert
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Micah Freeman
Micah Freeman
Producer
Pete Rango
Pete Rango
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, think I saw spaceships over Glenwood Had to hit you up, make sure you was good I ain't wanna end it with us just pending Looking back like damn shoulda woulda could Close to the edge, yeah I just might leap Hit the free fall, that's how you grow wings I can't ever ease up, I don't ever freeze up Less it's on my teeth or some rings Me and KG, we connect like strings Stranger than fiction, life going to bring Living out movies, feeling like Boosie Got to set it off, more money more dreams Pretty young thing so he all on me Boy I'm the ref can't ball on me Don't act clueless, he on my to do list I'll get back to you eventually Ain't no going back Said it may be too late You been making me wait Finna keep it low Pour up and throw it back In a minute, I'll be fine But that's when she hit my line Talmbout, talmbout Call me back, bring the pack Slide through, gon come and bend me over Off the gas, make me laugh Only hit you when I ain't sober I'm at the crib with the door cracked Chip on your shoulder like Coach bag It looks good on you but I should have told you I'm this close to getting my hoes back I mean, they don't call a nigga Freeman for nothing Cruising down Redan but we ain't hunting Closed casket with a toe tag You going to pull up on me with a .380 something Ain't no caption like a silent movie You be kind of moody like Hitchcock Go and kiss me and then kick rocks It's like 6'oclock on my wristwatch We ain't kids no more, we grown as hell Show and tell is over, I can't go to jail I got shit to do, ain't in the mood To visit you from no motherfucking holding cell Ain't no going back Said it may be too late You been making me wait Finna keep it low Pour up and throw it back In a minute, I'll be fine But that's when she hit my line Talmbout, talmbout Call me back, bring the pack Slide through, gon come and bend me over Off the gas, make me laugh Only hit you when I ain't sober
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