Текст песни




You hit me up when you're sad
And you need a helping hand
When you need somebody you can feel close to
When I'm at home sipping wine
Having myself a good time
You text and all I wanna do is to ghost you
Cause sitting here together
Sure won't make it better
You'll probably end up driving me mad
I don't want no drama
Son I'm not your mama
I said
I won't pick you up when you fall
I ain't your emotional booty call
Boy you just keep dropping the ball
I ain't your emotional booty call
You hit me up once again
You're like trying to pretend
That you didn't try to come here last Friday
You can't eat from this plate
Baby you are running late
I don't care if you are having a bad day
Cause sitting here together
Sure won't make it better
You'll probably end up driving me mad
Boy you won't find healing
All up in your feelings
I said
I won't pick you up when you fall
I ain't your emotional booty call
Boy you just keep dropping the ball
I ain't your emotional booty call
I won't pick you up when you fall
I ain't your emotional booty call
Boy you just keep dropping the ball
I ain't your emotional
I ain't your emotional booty call
Not your emotional
Not your emotional
Not your emotional booty
Not your emotional
Not your emotional
Not your emotional booty
I won't pick you up when you fall
I ain't your emotional booty call
Boy you just keep dropping the ball
I ain't your emotional
I ain't your emotional booty call
Not your emotional
Not your emotional
Not your emotional booty



Авторы: Isgav Dotan, Gal De Paz, Ofer Amichai, Shay Hazan, Jonathan Eduardo Haringman, Shiri Oren



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