Song Lyrics

Aye, yuh, yuh
I just called you on ya
Yeah I just called you on ya cellphone
I just called you on ya cellphone, aye
Yuh, aye

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to-
I'm steady calling to your cellphone asking "where you at?", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Aye, okay
See my life just an illusion
What we doing, what's the motive?
I just spent too many goddamn bands in my pants
Can't control me, now you know me
Girl I'm going somewhere that you never knowin'
Hold it slowly, ay damn
I'm the man in my city, baby girl
Yeah, you know me, went from thirty-people shows
Out the nationwide tourin'
Been like all around the globe
All these hoes say they adore me but
I had to bring it back, where's it at? yeah, it's that
I probably had to relapse off the flat
It was that, now I'm off it like no other
Motherfuck em' if they hating on my squad
Damn, they broke we flexin' hundreds
I just pulled up in that ghost, with the most
On that f*ck shit, what's up shit
I'm all up in the function, what's up shit
Now you hit my line as if you mine
Bitch I'm a dead-ass shit
Never could I love you like no other, never love a bitch
Never could I love you like no other, never love a bitch

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to-
I'm steady calling to your cellphone asking "where you at?", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Aye, girl, you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
I ain't rich but I'm workin' on it, tryna get to that
Heard you want a athlete with a mansion, guess I'm wack
Shit, I'm sorry I can't dribble, catch a ball, or swing a bat
Girl, I thought you was my baby, now I'm callin', where ya at?
Haven't ate a thing lately, girl, I'm starvin', where ya at?
Now you got me goin' crazy, I keep callin', where ya at?
Stupid bitch when I find you I'm gon' up you with this gat
Matter fact, f*ck it
I don't give a f*ck anyway
I see that you livin' happy so I'm happy that you straight
To be honest, bitch, I get it, you ain't love me anyway
Now I'm back at square one, my daddy told me "play it safe," bitch, you fake
Now we barely even talk, you put my feelings in a vault
I'm comin' clean, baby girl just bein' honest
Truthfully, I really tried my best but you just packed your shit and left
Damn, why the f*ck you break a pinky promise?
Shoulda done me right
You know where we could be at
But you did it to yourself and walked me over like a mat
Since you ain't been in the picture, shit, my pockets gettin' fat
So when you doin' down bad I swear that I ain't lookin' back and that's a fact, aye

I just called up on your cellphone, aye
I just checked up on your location then I saw you wasn't home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to make it home, aye
Now I'm running out of breath just to-
I'm steady calling to your cellphone asking "where you at?", aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back
Pray, I hope you bring your cellphone, keep and play it fair, aye
Girl you know I hate it when you leave, bring it back

Isaiah Rivera, Royce Rodriguez

The duration of WYA? [Remix] is 3:34 minutes and seconds.