Video Pick Up The Phone de Sewerperson 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Sewerperson - Pick Up The Phone Lyrics

Does she even miss me? I've been gone for so long
I know we got problems baby, can you come home
Honestly I couldn't tell you what I've been on
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone

Can you look at me the way you used to? I need it
Sorry that I got this way, I promise I mean it
Sorry for the little things I always get wrong
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone

Bentley doors tinted when I enter the home
Driving while I'm spinning and I call it my zone
I could feed you liquid and they call it patrón
Girl it's been a minute since I aint got the tone

Know you feeling feelings, trust me you're not alone
I just bought a beamer and I slapped on the fors
Know you feeling feelings when I lift up the doors
I could whip you anywhere like I'm giving tours

I know she the one and I just wanna take her home
Known for a minute but I still got shit to know
Living fast pace, you don't wanna take it slow
I might put balenci on the tip of her toe

Do you remember what I said to ya
All that lovey shit I really meant to ya
Not to mention all the roses I had sent to ya
All the clothes and all the weed that I had lent to ya

Everything I'm making, I want you to get a sum
I bought all the addy that she putting on her tongue
I bought all the tec that she been pouring in the cup
I just hope she playing when she say she don't give a fuck

Does she even miss me? I've been gone for so long
I know we got problems baby, can you come home
Honestly I couldn't tell you what I've been on
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone

Can you look at me the way you used to? I need it
Sorry that I got this way, I promise I mean it
Sorry for the little things I always get wrong
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone

Wide eyed
I fall in love
I fall in love again
When I see you
Heart break
Let me make amends my love

Now we talking like we talking about the past life
Swear to God, I think that none had sound right
I just put all of my feelings into sound bytes
I just quit the percs, it got me itching like it's head lice

You know I'll never be accustomed to the spotlight
Maybe I would've sunk the shot if I had shot right
I hit my nowitzki pivot right before the chalk line
Then she throw it back, I'm getting blinded by the brake lights

Does she even miss me? I've been gone for so long
I know we got problems baby, can you come home
Honestly I couldn't tell you what I've been on
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone

Can you look at me the way you used to? I need it
Sorry that I got this way, I promise I mean it
Sorry for the little things I always get wrong
I've been fiending for a minute, can you pick up the phone