Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cymba
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eliot Ames
Composer
Daniel Enrique Villalba
Composer
Lyrics
Something bout your missed calls on my phone
That makes me wonder where we fell off
Ignoring my unread messages
Did my affect on you wear off?
I tried making you happy
You refused to look at me
When I see you, you pass me
Now I’m steady here laughing
How you add and subtract me
Damn, you’ll wish that you had me
Every time you’re throwing shade
Tender feelings start to fade
We can call a spade a spade
In the end, we’re not the same
Baby, baby, what a shame
You ain’t gotta call me names
You ain’t gotta state your claim
Just admit we’re not the same
Not the same
Some thing bout your missed calls on my phone
That makes me glad I never looked back
All your stories, mentions and your posts
That don’t matter cause I got you mad
I got you mad
I tried making you happy
I got you mad
You refused to look at me
I got you mad
When I see you, you pass me
I got you mad
Now I’m steady here laughing
Now you’ll wish that you had me
Won’t return your missed calls on my phone
On my phone
There’s something bout your missed calls on my phone
On my phone
Now we adjust the music and turn it up
I’m gonna dance the night away
It won’t be long till the day is done
I’m gonna dance the night away
So we adjust the music and turn it up
I’m gonna dance the night away
It won’t be long till the day is done
I’m going to dance the night away
Written by: Daniel Enrique Villalba, Eliot Ames