Lyrics: Jessy Blakemore
Maybe we gave it too many chances, **** it, what's one more?
And I couldn't give a **** if your boyfriend's waiting at home, home
And I miss the way you make me feel
Can't revisit that thought
Let the apathy build in
I miss the way you made me feel
Can't revisit that thought
Let the apathy build
And call me from your burna, burna phone
Call me from your burna, he won't know
Call me from your burna, yeah
Call me from your burna phone
Tell me that you love me like a brother but I'm sensing more
Sensing, yeah
I want to give you the world but you've already got your own
Got your own and
Although it's both of us involved
Leave it to me, I'll handle damage control and
Although it's both of us involved
Leave it to me, I'll handle damage control
And call me from your burna, burna phone
Call me from your burna, he won't know
Call me from your burna, burna
Call me from your burna, burna, burna
Don't hang up, just call me back from my burna phone
You'll be asleep and I'll be waiting up for you to get home
Couple lines, couple texts, couple pennies spent
All the things I said, you know I never meant
Ears feel the heat when our conversation's done
I been talking 'bout you in my sleep, you know that I can say it's wrong
I lie, well maybe I can say it's true
Burning, baby, brighter than the sun for you
Burna, burna phone
Don't call me
Don't call me
From your burna, burna, burna
Burna