
Sing this song → TRELL NOVA opened it for karaoke: their instrumental, their lyrics on a clock. Premium sings; everyone listens and votes.
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(ha) (nah)
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't learn my name!
I'm a Thursday, not a whole campaign
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't tell your friends!
I told you what it was when it began
I ain't lie to you once, that's the wild part
You heard what you wanted. That ain't my heart.
First night, first drink, I said it plain as day
"I'm not lookin' for nothin'." You said "same." Okay.
Week three, there's a toothbrush. I ain't buy that.
Week five, you rearranged my cabinets. Why that? (why?)
I ain't the villain, I'm the label on the bottle
You read it. You drank it. Now you mad it was a lot, though.
I know what I am and I know what I ain't
I'm a real good night and a real bad plan
You deserve the brunch dude, the "good mornin'" text
I'm the "you up" dude. I'm not your next.
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't learn my name!
I'm a Thursday, not a whole campaign
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't tell your friends!
I told you what it was when it began
Aight. Real talk. Since the beat this loud.
I do this 'cause the last one took me out. (out)
Gave her the key, the code, the whole thing
She gave it to my homeboy. And a ring.
So now I keep it shallow 'cause the deep end drowned me
I ain't proud of it. It's just how you found me.
And you too good to be somebody's practice
So I'm pushin' you off 'fore I fold. That's the fact of it.
That ain't romantic. That's a coward with a flow.
So don't save my number. 'Fore I ask you not to go.
It's ringin'... (ringin')
It's you... (it's you)
I'm starin' at it.
(DON'T SAVE MY NUMBER!)
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't learn my name!
I'm a Thursday, not a whole campaign
Don't save my number! (don't!) Don't tell your friends!
I told you what it was when it began
I ain't lie to you once, that's the wild part
...aight, maybe save it. Under "don't." That's a start.
East Atlanta, Candler Road. He sings, but over drums that would hold a rapper, and he says the quiet part out loud. Not a loverman. The one who tells you the truth at 3 a.m. and still means it in the morning.