Wish there was someone I could call when I'm loving you
(Woah, Woah)
(Hmm)
I hope that you know I ain't waiting and shit
I got plenty women on the waitlist for this
I thought I was tripping, I was patient and shit
I should you cut off, get you famous for this
I'ma miss that brain in the whip
Aye, chop her off
Leave her in the dirt, let her f*cking ball
Oh and I gotta rehearse, I got a show tomorrow
Get a big nigga rack then cop an Audmar
And get a big nigga stack, hoe don't let it fall
If I'm being honest
This shit perfect timing
All them hoes told me no be in my comments
They hit my phone talking bout, I see you shining
I ain't even responding
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you
(Mhm)
Aye, zooted with this bitch it feel like we out in space
Dickie suit up on me, feel like back up in the day
Nat Nat said she love me, I ain't seen her at the gates
That shit had me mad, never going back to LA
Perfect timing, this shit like the Finals
All my life felt like Jordan back in high school
There was this blasian chick at Clemson, cried my eyes to
I had to be careful
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you (No)
Wish there was someone I could call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
I denied it
I denied it
I knew there no way that I could be in love
Don't fight it, don't hide it
Just let me take you anywhere you wanna go
Man I wish there was someone to call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
803
(Aye, Uh-huh)
(Mhm)
(Woah, woah)
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
Spinning yo shit over thinking huh
Whipping some shit niggas dreaming of
Only got a coupe and it's one seat left
Who am I leaving to pick you up
I feel like I'm bout to lose cuz she don't know what she want
But that is my bitch till the f*cking end
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
Seabash - Call on You Lyrics
Seabash - Call on You Lyrics
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Wish there was someone I could call when I'm loving you
(Woah, Woah)
(Hmm)
I hope that you know I ain't waiting and shit
I got plenty women on the waitlist for this
I thought I was tripping, I was patient and shit
I should you cut off, get you famous for this
I'ma miss that brain in the whip
Aye, chop her off
Leave her in the dirt, let her f*cking ball
Oh and I gotta rehearse, I got a show tomorrow
Get a big nigga rack then cop an Audmar
And get a big nigga stack, hoe don't let it fall
If I'm being honest
This shit perfect timing
All them hoes told me no be in my comments
They hit my phone talking bout, I see you shining
I ain't even responding
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you
(Mhm)
Aye, zooted with this bitch it feel like we out in space
Dickie suit up on me, feel like back up in the day
Nat Nat said she love me, I ain't seen her at the gates
That shit had me mad, never going back to LA
Perfect timing, this shit like the Finals
All my life felt like Jordan back in high school
There was this blasian chick at Clemson, cried my eyes to
I had to be careful
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you (No)
Wish there was someone I could call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
I denied it
I denied it
I knew there no way that I could be in love
Don't fight it, don't hide it
Just let me take you anywhere you wanna go
Man I wish there was someone to call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
803
(Aye, Uh-huh)
(Mhm)
(Woah, woah)
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
Spinning yo shit over thinking huh
Whipping some shit niggas dreaming of
Only got a coupe and it's one seat left
Who am I leaving to pick you up
I feel like I'm bout to lose cuz she don't know what she want
But that is my bitch till the f*cking end
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
(Woah, Woah)
(Hmm)
I hope that you know I ain't waiting and shit
I got plenty women on the waitlist for this
I thought I was tripping, I was patient and shit
I should you cut off, get you famous for this
I'ma miss that brain in the whip
Aye, chop her off
Leave her in the dirt, let her f*cking ball
Oh and I gotta rehearse, I got a show tomorrow
Get a big nigga rack then cop an Audmar
And get a big nigga stack, hoe don't let it fall
If I'm being honest
This shit perfect timing
All them hoes told me no be in my comments
They hit my phone talking bout, I see you shining
I ain't even responding
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you
(Mhm)
Aye, zooted with this bitch it feel like we out in space
Dickie suit up on me, feel like back up in the day
Nat Nat said she love me, I ain't seen her at the gates
That shit had me mad, never going back to LA
Perfect timing, this shit like the Finals
All my life felt like Jordan back in high school
There was this blasian chick at Clemson, cried my eyes to
I had to be careful
But I wish I could call on you
But I was lost with you (No)
Wish there was someone I could call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
I denied it
I denied it
I knew there no way that I could be in love
Don't fight it, don't hide it
Just let me take you anywhere you wanna go
Man I wish there was someone to call when I'm loving you
But I'm alone
803
(Aye, Uh-huh)
(Mhm)
(Woah, woah)
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
Spinning yo shit over thinking huh
Whipping some shit niggas dreaming of
Only got a coupe and it's one seat left
Who am I leaving to pick you up
I feel like I'm bout to lose cuz she don't know what she want
But that is my bitch till the f*cking end
Should I spin, should I spin her block again
F*ck all of her friends, f*ck them niggas she let in
I spent all them bands and all you did was wet my chin
That pussy make me feel at home, that shit my den
Writer: Sebastian Thomas
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