Lyrics

She said she badder than you how? I don't believe in dreams That bundas hear just stretched out on this couch So I'll take just what I can see Pick up my call na na Pick up the call ye ye Pick up the dail na na Pick up the call ye ye Pick up ya phone na na We can be grown ye ye Pick up the dail na na I want you home ye ye Pretty in the morning I find you Pretty In the evening I know you Pretty the afternoon I want you Pretty every moment girl Pick up my call na na Pick up the call ye ye Pick up the dail na na Pick up the call ye ye Pick up ya phone na na We can be grown ye ye Pick up the dail na na I want you home ye ye You, you killing me your silence I guess I gotta let it out tonight You can hit my cellular don't worry about timing In the mean time I got ruby at nine At nine at nine At nine at nine At nine at nine At nine at nine
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Joshua Benjamin Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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