CallCenter. by Brwnlink Lyrics
[Yeah]
Call my phone with the non sense
I’m thinking concepts, currency mixed with content
[Yeah]
You don’t get no commas from comments
Common sense but still niggas don’t get the context
You always wanted a nigga that did they best to treat you
Did the most to get you did the least to keep you
Quick to get overwhelmed you’d keep it all beneath you
Seeking center attention you thought it’d all complete you
Puzzle pieces how this shit fell into place though
Struggle four seasons need to get it back eight fold
I can’t ignore you
You let me fuck cause your heart is broken he cheating I love it here but I hate it for you
A calm 80 degrees but I feel it raining on you
Punctual here and there but I still waited for you
Look how blessed I am
Call me the clown while I juggle you and my spirit and work and time so I guess I am
My mother told me be gradual with it
Pops told me I’ma natural with it
[Yeah]
My brothers said that ima savage with it
I hollywood [highly would] doubt that you’d go acting different
She always wanted a bestie that sit and talk with her
You take the manly approach I ain’t talking cross gender
Loyalty is when money’s sent to the law center
The way my phone ringing CallCenter
[Yeah]
I ain’t drunk at the moment but I’ll be faded later
I make you smile just a little I’m like that famous painter
Ever had a snitch in your circle then that’s your greatest traitor
Ever had a cock blocking situation or player hater
Saying smooth shit to her it make blush more
I tell her shit like “Maybe let’s get in touch more”
Look at me smiling and talking about some “hush boy”
So hardheaded you’d think that she part of Rushmore
Yes lord
All planned out still we gotta take the steps for it
Best of what’s left fuck it let’s just make a push for it
How’d it go left let’s traceback and try and look for it
Dead stock designers know I put my best foot forward
Open mad doors she ain’t even have to look for it
Got the words printed on the denim call it body language
She mad silent but her body banging
I pop through them emotions just get to wildly changing
She always wanted a bestie to sit and talk with her
Feminine but so masculine ain’t no cross gender
Hundred percent of my time that ain’t no small lender
The way my phone ringing CallCenter
Call my phone with the non sense
I’m thinking concepts, currency mixed with content
[Yeah]
You don’t get no commas from comments
Common sense but still niggas don’t get the context
You always wanted a nigga that did they best to treat you
Did the most to get you did the least to keep you
Quick to get overwhelmed you’d keep it all beneath you
Seeking center attention you thought it’d all complete you
Puzzle pieces how this shit fell into place though
Struggle four seasons need to get it back eight fold
I can’t ignore you
You let me fuck cause your heart is broken he cheating I love it here but I hate it for you
A calm 80 degrees but I feel it raining on you
Punctual here and there but I still waited for you
Look how blessed I am
Call me the clown while I juggle you and my spirit and work and time so I guess I am
My mother told me be gradual with it
Pops told me I’ma natural with it
[Yeah]
My brothers said that ima savage with it
I hollywood [highly would] doubt that you’d go acting different
She always wanted a bestie that sit and talk with her
You take the manly approach I ain’t talking cross gender
Loyalty is when money’s sent to the law center
The way my phone ringing CallCenter
[Yeah]
I ain’t drunk at the moment but I’ll be faded later
I make you smile just a little I’m like that famous painter
Ever had a snitch in your circle then that’s your greatest traitor
Ever had a cock blocking situation or player hater
Saying smooth shit to her it make blush more
I tell her shit like “Maybe let’s get in touch more”
Look at me smiling and talking about some “hush boy”
So hardheaded you’d think that she part of Rushmore
Yes lord
All planned out still we gotta take the steps for it
Best of what’s left fuck it let’s just make a push for it
How’d it go left let’s traceback and try and look for it
Dead stock designers know I put my best foot forward
Open mad doors she ain’t even have to look for it
Got the words printed on the denim call it body language
She mad silent but her body banging
I pop through them emotions just get to wildly changing
She always wanted a bestie to sit and talk with her
Feminine but so masculine ain’t no cross gender
Hundred percent of my time that ain’t no small lender
The way my phone ringing CallCenter