Aisyah Maulida

Sabtu, 28 April 2012

bosan sama banyak rutinitas.
bosan sama yang namanya begadang gara-gara laporan.
bosan sama kebiasaan meng-autis-kan diri di depan leptop

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feeling so..

'Cause I'm all about him, him, him, him, him
And he's all about me, me, me, me, me
And we don't give a dang, dang, dang, dang, dang
About nobody-e-e-e

My phone ring like (Pick up, pick up)
I'm like my homie must be in a (Stick-up, stick-up)
I can't believe that he would (Hit up, hit up)
My phone, 3 in the morn', so I (Get up, get up)
I get a voice message, said call me when you get this
I call and it's [breathing]
You trying to spit your game, homie, are you insane?
Me answer my phone (Uh-uh, uh-uh)

'Cause I'm no the type that like to talk long
Can't just sit all night breathing on the phone
I'm good with a text, a instant message
That's right, let me tell you why

Ain't no need to call (Just text)
No need to talk (Just text)
That's how I roll (Just text)
Ain't no need to call

Never ever met a guy so fly
Got me hooked like apple pie
Think I'm falling and I don't know why
But I won't fight these butterflies