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why is no calling? - andres (queens) lyrics

[verse 1]
now i don’t like complaining, but this sh-t is on my mind
you bet it’s there daily, i’m not talking suicide
i’m just always stressing out in my own place
looking for people that i could speak to face to face
but people always busy dealing with their other sh-t
school, work, friends, stress, just to name a bit
spend a thousand dollars on a phone, but can’t afford a call
always working, making money, but can’t afford to ball
alone in my mind, everything makes sense
but people think i’m crazy, and naggy when i’m tense
it’s like robbing of the innocence, k!lling citizens, out committing sins
i wanna talk about my wins
people shut me down and won’t allow me to speak
might as well steal the spot i wanna keep for me
should i hit my ex cause i’m thinking bout them
they don’t see my text, could it be their boyfriends
man i just love being left on read
can we be friends
don’t pretend, l know you want me instead
seems my exes hate me, good i hate them too
i don’t even care about the problems i’ve caused you
so why is no one calling, or knocking at my door
i pick up all your calls, and for me you just ignore
i really try my best, but no one does the same
i’m tired of all this sh-t, so get the f-ck up out my lane

[chorus]
so f-ck everybody if you ain’t calling my phone
i can be dead tomorrow and wouldn’t even know
unless i post something on twitter or the gram
half of these people wouldn’t call, to see how i am

[verse 2]
first off, f-ck everybody
i don’t really give a f-ck what say about a body
my ex left me, so i don’t gotta body
everybody wanna go and have a little party
halloween night, oh what a sight
bad little b-tch, which one do i bite
except for the fact that i stay inside
make my beats just to get a little high
cause the world outside be acting a little dry
makes me feel like i wanna die
they don’t give a sh-t just keep on rapping
they don’t give a f-ck let them keep on slacking
just keep working stay on the backend
they’ll end up forgetting all the weekend
just let them be they are the weak and
they still dreaming and they still sleeping

- andres queens lyrics

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