Dreamon - Call Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Dreamon] Less privacy, your feelings getting caught now Might seem happy, but it's nothing but a short smile And even though I wanna talk, I Can't be around, and I gotta stay offline I never meant for you to get hurt Saying I'm sorry, but the situation gets worse It's nothing personal, it's just work Rumors all around, and you believing in such words I'm just tryna stay cool and be able To put this food on the table Baby, I'm only tryna make a living I see the hatred in 'em Cause they don't wanna see a younging Getting money and all of a sudden make a million Feeling like a demon, one of Satan's children Even if I gotta stay positive, it didn't make a difference Baby girl, I hope you take the time to listen Never knew I'd become famous feeling like you in a prison [Hook: Dreamon] I know it's been a minute since we talked But you can just call me your shorty Girl, promise I'll get back to you, don't you worry I really hate being alone Can't wait 'till the day I'm back home So I just stay up, I've been thinking about you lately You can just call me [Verse 2: Dreamon] Said you loved me, but I ain't tried right Was it before the fame and the limelight? I'm only tryna capture the feeling of making a million Gotta work, girl, time flies Spending nights at the airport A lot of business that needed to be taken care of Fine women that grind getting the best of me n***as be stressing me, b**hes wanna have s** with me I love you, girl, if we never speak again It's cause I try to make the ends meet before I meet the end But you wouldn't wanna understand This is my reality, I ain't living in Wonderland But on the other hand I wish I could I regret not saying the things I think I should Should've said f** it, it's getting late now Money on my mind, and I'm tryna get paid now [Hook] [Verse 3: Dida] When I first met her she was white like [?] Broke va** before our Indian summer All them girls I Stevie Wonder'd what would you give in exchange? Bills? That's not my name, conversation, peace I said Left that told me I'm coming through, who? You? F that She wanted [?] and Kanye's and live-o's and Marlows To God knows what Oscar Da Levanta's Him and not these boutiques Looking for some rose links Ended up with antiques, she ain't even meant to Should of known the first time, sitting by the sideline I'm bringing in some jug wine, she moving to the center So what happened after I American expressed her, contract her Yellow cab'd her, sent back to her pad, huh Next morning she holla'd and she could of not been sadder This girl be acting bitter cause I dont wan't to sugar dad her But I'm not going to middle finger you Cause that's something these little n***as do So run and tell that to everybody and they momma and they aunty I don't hate you, but I like you, I mean kinda, no just call me