FaceTime ft. Waveboygramm Lyrics

Come online!

Everytime, I dey call you on FaceTime

You keep on holding and declining me

Tell me what you want from me

I thought I give you everything

Ah eii ah

Girl, I miss those things, those things

We used to do behind closed doors

Those days, Those days

When I used to rhyme and you used to dance o

Those things, Those things

Love is what I'm feeling, but you've been outchea messing 'round

Heyy

Relationship don dey sink

Your cap-size is longer than the London bridge

You are a liar

Only thought you lie on me

Now you lied to me, everything you said to me

Best friends what we ought to be

We're best friends, now it hurt to be

You put the love aside, tear the heart apart

Turned down the rhythm, cause no strings attached

Baby kilon popping?

All of your friends wan fvck me

Toba rimi n'ita, to ba ri kpe mo'n popping

But I'm not dirty like that, they can't pork me

I will stick to you

Top bond level, stay glued to you (Superglue)

We could do the same, but you rather fvck the nigga in the Benzo

Foh for the level, cause the Bobo gbo'wo Venmo

Come online!

Everytime, I dey call you on FaceTime

You keep on holding and declining me

Tell me what you want from me

I thought I give you everything

Ah eii ah

Girl, I miss those things, those things

We used to do behind closed doors

Those days, Those days

When I used to rhyme and you used to dance o

Those things, Those things

Love is what I'm feeling, but you've been outchea messing 'round

Cause you're always on my mind

Every other seconds past

I watch your videos all the time

Girl I want you for a wife

Even when the moment flies

But you said you gon press decline

Come Online!

Everytime I dey call you up on FaceTime

Maybe I could see your face

If love is a race, I'll be on your pace

Haii

But you said I'm not doing enough

Say love is deep, I'm not deeper enough

If All is Well, shey my doro is long?

To get rid of the heat, I'm not blowing enough

Girl, I miss those things, those things

We used to do behind closed doors

Those days, Those days

When I used to rhyme and you used to dance o

Those things, Those things

Love is what I'm feeling, but you've been outchea messing 'round

We used to do behind closed doors

When I used to rhyme and you used to dance o

Love is what I'm feeling, but you've been outchea messing 'round