
Telephone Games Lyrics
- Genre:Alternative
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Baby can you be more modest
I'm tryna get in your mind
And I can't do that without some help uh
And I can't be here without nobody else but you
You know I need you to, to
Tell me what you want, what you on
Wanna go out? Or I can take you home
Think about it and you just gon have to let me know
If you stay in, you better pick up the telephone baby
Can't wipe your tears, cause I'm afraid
Afraid of your sleeve
Cause your heart is in pieces on it
Can't wipe your tears, cause I'm afraid
Bathing in steam, I breathe to sing a sonnet
Bathing in steam, I breathe the sing a, aye
Searching for yesterday
They say tomorrow ain't promised
But it ain't a thing
You know that I got it
Till I don't, I got it
I'm running home, I got it, I got it uh
Until I don't, I got it, I got it, I got it
Pass it along
Telephone, tell a friend that I'm gone
Quietly making my mark, shawty know that I don't talk, okay
She went over to the chalkboard and kinda wrote me off
She said, "whisper but don't make the phrase too long"
I get lost in translation, no cup and string attached
But she be crocheting, now she's pulling the blanket
Start the telephone game and start conversating
I said, "you know I love you baby"
And later she says "you know I hate you and you made me"
Can't wipe your tears, cause I'm afraid
Afraid of your sleeve
Cause your heart is in pieces on it
Can't wipe your tears, cause I'm afraid
Bathing in steam, I breathe to sing a sonnet
Bathing in steam, I breathe the sing a, aye
Searching for yesterday
They say tomorrow ain't promised
But it ain't a thing
You know that I got it
Till I don't, I got it
I'm running home, I got it, I got it uh
Until I don't, I got it, I got it, I got it
Pass it along
Yesterday, they say tomorrow aint promised
But it aint a thing
You know that I got it
Until I don't
I got it, I got it
I'm running home, I got it, I got it, I got it
Until I don't
I got it, I got it, I got it
Pass it along, telephone
I been working on me
Are you working on you? And
I done seen it all
So it's hard to tell the truth from the lies
It ain't got no rules to it
But I'm just amused
Cause the things that you're doing got me so lost
I'm ruled out of the game
Injury, misery
I notice that you're missing me
It's hard cause I know you got
Some things on your mind that you can't even get off
Aye it's some traits that I got that keep you around
Yeah, I've been up, I've been bruised
I've been down, I've been used
And I'm used to overthinking
And I'm used to never sleeping
And I'm used to inconvenience
And I'm used to needing a lot of things
I, I need to fix my posture
I need to call the bank
Dispute that charge then fix some pasta
I need to finish that song
I need to go on a jog cause I'm feeling awful
I need to make that call bruh
Just make that call