Cell Phone Trap - lyrics
A couple bitches numbers
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me
She wants some apples and
almond butter I give it to her
She got what she wanted and
it was what she deserved
I take her to dinner than
bring her home for dessert
In picture she's perfect
even better in person
I swear to God
I'll get under the surface
She's feeling my nerves
I think I'm making her nervous
I swear to God
She might be perfect
She could be perfect
almond butter I give it to her
She got what she wanted and
it was what she deserved
I take her to dinner than
bring her home for dessert
In picture she's perfect
even better in person
I swear to God
I'll get under the surface
She's feeling my nerves
I think I'm making her nervous
I swear to God
She might be perfect
She could be perfect
The last one is a memory
The other one's my enemy
I don't know why she still calls
I don't know why she messaged me
The other one's my enemy
I don't know why she still calls
I don't know why she messaged me
A couple bitches numbers
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me
I hate to make assumptions
But I know you want something
Like tickets for your cousin
Or this up in your stomach from me
If you said it I read it
If saw it I can't deny it
Theres too many messages
I don't wanna reply
and it's been a minute
and you're just tryin' say "Hi"
But I don't have time
You know my schedule's tight
I swear to God
I'm going out of my mind
I'm just tryin' survive
I'm running low on supply
I swear to God
You're lowin' my high
But I can't say I'm surprised
I pray to God
But I know you want something
Like tickets for your cousin
Or this up in your stomach from me
If you said it I read it
If saw it I can't deny it
Theres too many messages
I don't wanna reply
and it's been a minute
and you're just tryin' say "Hi"
But I don't have time
You know my schedule's tight
I swear to God
I'm going out of my mind
I'm just tryin' survive
I'm running low on supply
I swear to God
You're lowin' my high
But I can't say I'm surprised
I pray to God
The last one is a memory
The other one's my enemy
I don't know why she still calls
I don't know why she messaged me
The other one's my enemy
I don't know why she still calls
I don't know why she messaged me
A couple bitches numbers
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me
They won't stop calling me
They probably think I'm balling
They probably think I'm balling
All These different numbers
They won't stop calling me
I know that they want something
I know that they want something from me