Miguel Bustamante - Miscommunication lyrics

[Sebastian] Oh Two Step Oh [Timbaland] Let me talk to you girl I'm in your part of town I call your phone and you're nowhere to be found You do this everytime You be in my "A" every single time The part that k**s me You rather chill with your friends instead of me *Huh* But I ain't gone be no clown I guess I'll call you next time I'm in your town Then you say to me [Keri Hilson] So what, I was out with my friends I'm a grown woman It's the weekend (Ooooh) So what, if I don't answer my phone What if I'm not alone I'm with him What's it to you? [Hook by Keri Hilson] I need to get out You you you you you Are k**in' me You're k**in' me You're k**in' me And I just wanna get out You you you you you Are k**in' me You're k**in' me You're What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do [Keri Hilson] Tell me I cannot escape no matter what I do Can't get away from you Call me everyday and that was never cool Gettin' on my nerves, I think it's time you knew Oh they gave you my number cause In the train you was cuter plus You looked sad and lonely (Ooooh) But that's all it was, put you in the game and Here y'go complainin' What's up with you? [Hook] I need to get out You you you you you Are k**in' me You're k**in' me You're k**in' me And I just wanna get out You you you you you Are k**in' me You're k**in' me You're What you wanna do, do, do What you wanna do, do, do [Sebastian] Like "Whoa" lil' mama It's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin', I ain't even no runner But you know I push the Hummer in the summer *Huh* How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached Black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream "Ain't nobody gone be 'sleep" This your own private beach *Ha ha* And when it comes to s** Just a little bit of love and a little bit of that Baby push your back where your ribs is at Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that? *Ha ha* I'm just jokin' of course I'm tryin' to put your s** game back on course If you feelin' dry like you don't get morse If you ever get a minute holler at your boy