Solomon Childs - Phone Booth (Remix) lyrics

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Solomon Childs - Phone Booth (Remix) lyrics

[crying and sobs] [Makes a collect call:] [Teairra:] Operator [Operator:] City and state please [Teairra:] Detroit Michigan, I need to make a collect phone call [Teairra:] Hello? [Operator:] What's the number please? [Teairra:] 313-652-5501 [Operator:] And your name [Teairra:] Teairra [Operator:] Please hold [Solomon Childs] I'm on my way girl, I miss the hell out of you, girl Refuse to have them take you from me, girl I got a big crib with a room for you, your boots Bags and j**els, don't worry bout your momma, love She gon' love ya poppa real soon Cuz for me it be the stars and moon I know she, watching my eyes when you walk across the room So bu*ton your coat, put on your hood and stop crying And don't move, cuz I'mma be there real soon [Teairra Mari] Damn ring, now my life ain't filled wit nothing but the drama (drama) Just had the worst fight ever with my mama (mama) She believes that you've got two or three on the come up Telling me you're loving me, but you're going home to them Damn I hope she's wrong cuz boy I love the ground you walk on (walk on) She knows that your ties in the streets can be fatal (fatal) She's threatening to disown me if I don't let this go Lord can you help me before I blow, I'm so afraid [Chorus: Teairra Mari] I'm at the phone booth, my mom just pissed me off I can't take no more, can you come and get me from the phone booth She's telling me to break up, cuz you ain't gon' do nothing but hurt me Come get me from the phone booth, it's raining, I'm crying Damn I hope he ain't been lying to me Come get me from the phone booth, my mom just pissed me off I can't take no more, can you come and get me [Teairra Mari] If I leave (If I leave) where will I go (will I go) Will you take me in like you told me before (me before) Prove that she was just being hysterical (hysterical) Show that what she thinks ain't reality, no I love her (I do) same time (I love you) But you both are making me choose (See what I go through for you) Boy you better hope the future that you're promising me Is as real as the 45 up under your seat Come on [Chorus] [Bridge: Teairra Mari] I've been through so much (Much) I can't be done like that again Hope you ain't been running (Running) game And cuz I'm so in need, ohh (Damn I got me so in need) I'm in love (Love) that's gonna give me (Give me) What every girl prays for each day (Someone who knows how to love) Damn, I don't see your car I hope that you're on the way, ohh [Solomon Childs] See when it love, your jumpshot like Bonzi Wells Blowing poems like Ricky Bell, playing kiss and tell What they think you need a scrub? Nah, you need a man Just a young general with a cartel Gucci bags and vanilla, kalua's and chocolate milk Playing tropical villa's, mixed vegetables with stew fishes No time for them bird b**hes Tell 'em we in love and mind they own business [Chorus]

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