Phone Call Lyrics - The Neighbourhood

A couple bitches numbers 

They won't stop calling me 

They probably think I'm balling 

They probably think I'm balling 

All these different numbers 

They won't stop calling me 

I know that they want something 

I know that they want something from me 

She want some apples and almond butter, I'll give it to her 

She got what she wanted and it was what she deserved 

I take her to dinner and bring her home for dessert 

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In picture she's perfect, even better in person 

I swear to God, I'll get under her surface 

She's feeling my nerves, I think I'm making her nervous 

I swear to God, she might be perfect 

Yeah, she could be perfect 

The last one is a memory 

The other one's my enemy 

I don't why she still calls 

I don't know why she messaged me 

A couple bitches numbers 

They won't stop calling me 

They probably think I'm balling 

They probably think I'm balling 

All these different numbers 

They won't stop calling me 

I know that they want something 

I know that they want something from me 

I hate to make assumptions, but I know you want something 

Like tickets for your cousin or this up in your stomach from me 

If you said it, I read it, you saw it, I can't deny 

It's too many messages, I don't want to reply, yeah 

And it's been a minute and you're just trying to say, "Hi" 

But I don't have time, you know my schedule's tight 

I swear to God, I'm going out of my mind 

I'm just trying to survive, I'm running low on supply 

I swear to God, you're lowing my high 

But I can't say I'm surprise 

I pray to God... 

The last one is a memory 

The other one's my enemy 

I don't know why she still calls 

I don't know why she messaged me 

All these bitches numbers 

They won't stop calling me 

I know they think I'm balling 

They probably think I'm balling