Sadboyprolific Blow My Phone Up
Five, six, seven, eight times in the day
I turn around and get an image of you going through my head
(So baby, what's up, what's up, what's up?)
I don't know what you dream about
But I can't let it go through
Feel like imma drop a planet on somebody else
(So baby, what's up, what's up, what's up?)
So baby blow my phone up
Doesn't matter if it's old news
We can both use a little piece of mind to go through
You the one I'm tryna go to
Tryna go to
Yeah
It's been two hours since you have last hit my phone
Sixteen other people texted me but I still feel alone
I only wanna talk to you
I don't know how to stress it
Scrolling through my dms to see if you have sent a message
If we're gonna make this work communications key
But we drift away with every message that gets left on seen
And and if this the last thought on my mind
Remember the the times we stayed up to the dead of the night
(I played you songs about you catching the vibe)
I love the twinkle and spark in your eyes
Send me a text it don't matter what time
I'm trying make your day and treat you right
A part of me dies when you don't reply
So, I'm sitting here staring up at the sky
Damn you divine, got me surprised, oh so fine
I'm so shook, that you're mine
Wait she's mine
So baby blow my phone up
Doesn't matter if it's old news
We can both use, a little piece of mind to go through
Your the one I'm tryna go to
Tryna go to
I tell them baby you can blow my phone up
Doesn't matter if it's old news
We can both use, a little piece of mind to go through
You're the one I'm tryna go to
Tryna go to