Correction Paroles When I Call Your Number par Rainbow Kitten Surprise

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You were raised in Vegas, I was born in East Atlanta
Yeah born right on the pavement, you caught it all on camera
Said she ain't got no patience, but you ain't got no manners
Just heard about it on Julio[?], that's the only [?](unintelligible)
Said I can't take you out, girl, when you don't understand me
I can't overstate the value of being as we can be
I got eyes, but can I see, no, I got fears that we won't grow
Into the dream I thought we supposed to
To the dream I thought we supposed to
But I'm happy, if you're happy, if you are then I'll quit asking
If I don't, then don't you gas me, about what I mean exactly
Where there's pa**ion, there's a subtext
By which I mean yeah I'm up, yeah
Add another, to your "exes/X's"
Drink 2, it was what it was, yeah
She says culture's overrated, advertisement, pay-to-play
She said I'll come, I'm coming late[?]
Yeah you're waiting, but you're hating
Told you you were crazy when you told me you want a baby
But no daddy is gonna ask you
About what it is that you mean exactly
But I'm okay if you're okay, and if so then let the radio play
She said judges on the airwaves, yeah her pastor's just a DJ
Fell asleep and almost crashed, 'cause when I ride, I stay awake
It's why she made me swear to god, said she'd get bored just playing tapes
Said she grew out the desert, no water, gra**, or gravel
Yeah blew right off the plateau, like gla** rolls out a candle[?]
Sent momma bear[?] to raise her, but we don't talk about it
Down at the bottom of a Disaronno, that's the only time I called her [?]

If you caught me in Winnipeg, they're scraping me away
It's a lucky day for beginners, baby
Saints and sinners play
Now, when I call your number
Yeah, when I call you down
Pack your bags and point
When you call another
Yeah when I'm not around
Pack your bags and I'll be gone in the morning
When I call your number
Yeah, when I call you down
Feeling like a winner baby, we'll be out

I was raised on "Jesus Saves", she was raised on the Info channel
First time that we caught the Y, they laid us in the tabernacle
She knew CCI, I knew that [?] front to back
Like Jura**ic Park on VHS, taped over the '97 Yanks
And we don't agree on nothing, except the boombox is overrated
But she don't scream, 'til she plays it, then it's Christmas, 'til she breaks it
But I can live, if you can live, we can skip the singing damn it
If you ain't gonna gas me into singing, if you ain't gonna sing it with me
She was raised on cable, that's why she sings straight to the TV
And I was raised on [?], in a quiet director's dream
But we sound good together, saying we won't last forever
Saying that makes it all the better
She ain't gonna grow old, I'll be damned if I let her

If you feel like a winner baby, scraping me away
It's a lucky day for beginners, baby
Saints and sinners play
Now when I call your number
Yeah, when I call you down
Pack your bags and point, we'll be out
When you call another
Yeah, when I'm not around
Pack your bags and I'll be gone in the morning
Yeah, when I call your number
Yeah, when I call you down
Feel like a winner, baby, we'll be out

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