Text Me - Michamelo Wave

Text Me Back Something Freaky(Freaky), Let Me Know Just How You Wanna Do Me, I'm At Home, Sipping On Patron, I'm All Alone, So Baby Text It To My Phone Yeah (R.Kelly) Hey How You Doing Shawty What You Doing I Ain't Got Nothing To Do Tonight So I Wanna Get With You Tonight Be At My Crib At 7 I Hit It 7 To 11 And Wear That Thing I Like And I'll Do That Thing You Like It Ain't Nobody At My Home So We Can Get Freaky As We Want We Can Play Sex All Day Get It In (Saying) (Chorus) Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky Let Me Know Just How You Wanna Do Me I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Yeah Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky, Shawty Let Me Know Just You Wanna Do Me I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Ay, I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ohhh) I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ayyyyy) So Text Me How You feel And Shawty keep it real Are you gonna wind that for me? Are you gonna grind that on me? Are you gonna give me a lap dance while you in them hot pants? Sink sink deep into your middle like it's quick sand Let me make it do what it do I'm glad you like that kinky shit too Kissing on your back, I know you like that Drip drip drip with the candle wax Turn off both our phones so can't nobody call us No clothes on while we in the mirror You scream, I'm in Girl come over here (Saying) (Chorus) Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky Let Me Know Just How You Wanna Do Me I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Yeah Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky, Shawty Let Me Know Just You Wanna Do Me I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Ay, I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ohhh) I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ayyyyy) So text me how you feel (Aaah) And shawty keep it real Text me all the things you're gonna do to me And don't hold nothing back Whatever it may be Girl jump in your ride and come see me (Yeah) Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky, Let Me Know Just How You Wanna Do Me I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Yeah Text Me Back Some Thing Freaky, Shawty Let Me Know Just You Wanna Do Me, I'm At My Home, Sipping On Patron, I'm All Alone So Baby Text It To My Phone Ay, I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ohhh), I'm On That Booty Call, I'm On That Booty Call(Ayyyyy) So text me how you feel (Aaah) And shawty keep it real Song fades out

Shouldn't you be sad right now? Said you never liked big crowds Acting like you like them now Without me 'Cause you're with your friends all proud At some shitty bar downtown Do you taste me on her mouth Or just whiskey? Hookin' up instead of healin' Wanna know just what you're feelin' now What are you feelin' now? I want you to drunk text me Sayin' you still need me Tell me I'm not like her I made you happier I want you to drunk text me Just empty it all out, please Tell me you fucked this up Tell me you're still in love with me Wonderin' if you regret All the shit you never said That you slept with her instead Like we never mattered Or do you even care at all After all the pain you caused? Do you know that I'd still pick the phone up If you called? I want you to drunk text me Sayin' that you're sorry Tell me you fucked this up Tell me you're still in love I want you to drunk text me Sayin' you still need me Tell me I'm not like her I made you happier 'Cause I'm no closer to closure Wish you weren't sober We're over, but I'm not over it I wish you would drunk text me Just empty it all out, please Tell me you fucked this up Tell me you're still in love with me I hate that I still want you I don't want to, but I want you Look what you've done to me I hate that I still miss you I don't want to, but I love you So why don't you drunk text me? Sayin' you still need me Tell me I'm not like her I made you happier ('Cause I'm no closer to closure) tell me you fucked this up (Wish you weren't sober) tell me you're still in love (We're over, but I'm not over it) 'cause I'm not over it I wish you would drunk text me Just empty it all out, please Tell me you fucked this up 'Cause I think I'm still in love

My face above the water My feet can't touch the ground, Touch the ground, and it feels like I can see the sands on the horizon Everytime you are not around I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream I wish I could make it easy Easy to love me, love me But still I reach To find a way I'm stuck here in between I'm looking for the right words to say I'm slowly drifting away (drifting away) Wave after wave, wave after wave I'm slowly drifting (drifting away) And it feels like I'm drowning Pulling against the stream Pulling against the stream

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