Miscommunication Lyrics

Two step Let me talk to you girl
I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found You do this every time You be in my 'A' every single time
The part that kills me You rather chill with your friends instead of me But I ain't gon' be no clown I guess I'll call you next time I'm in your town, then you say to me
"So what, I was out with my friends I'm a grown woman, it's the weekend So what if I don't answer my phone What if I'm not alone I'm with him, what's it to you?"
I need to get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're killin' me
And I just wanna get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're
What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do Tell me
I cannot escape, no matter what I do Can't get away from you Call me everyday and that was never cool Gettin' on my nerves, I think it's time you knew
Oh they gave you my number 'cause In the train you was cuter plus, you looked sad and lonely But that's all it was, just put you in the game and Here you go complainin', what's up with you?
I need to get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're killin' me
And I just wanna get out You, you, you are killin' me You're killin' me You're
What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do Tell me
Like whoa lil' mama It's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin', I ain't even no runner But you know I push the Hummer in the summer
How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached Black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream "Ain't nobody gone be 'sleep" This your own private beach
And when it comes to sex Just a little bit of love and a little bit of that Baby push your back where your ribs is at Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that?
I'm just jokin' of course I'm tryin' to put your sex game back on course If you feelin' dry like you don't get morose If you ever get a minute holler at your boy