8 Missed Calls

Girl, you know I get caught up

I drink too much

Actin' like I don't give a fuck

I go out on the weekends

Just to spend so I can feel the love

But all that shit is fake as hell

You've got him by a mile

Saying that I know we haven't spend time in a while

Please don't mind me let your hair down, girl

Never question this guy, you're my world

Plus the sex is lit (yea, yea, yea)

Look at all the calls I missed (yea, yea, yea)

8 missed calls

Fucking hit'em in the morning

8 missed calls

Fucking hit'em in the morning

Fucking hit'em in the morning

And now a nigga zoning

Usually I'm going Ghost

Love too sit close

It kills you and I fucking know

You've been holding it down

Even from a different coast

They wanna know, they always ask

Like where we been at lately

Always boast never brag

Don't tell them 'bout you baby

Please don't mind me let your hair down, girl

Never question this guy, you're my world

Plus the sex is lit (yea, yea, yea)

Look at all the calls I missed (yea, yea, yea)

8 missed calls

Fucking hit'em in the morning

8 missed calls

Fucking hit'em in the morning

Fucking hit'em in the morning

And now a nigga zoning