HOTLINE

(Ring-ring sound effect, heavy 808 drop)

Yeah... pick up.

She creep, she peek,

she call me ev-ery week

No text, no post,

keep it close, keep it hush

I slide, I vibe,

she whisper "boy, you my type"

She go "ooh," I go "oh," then we let the beat flow

Hot-line, hot-line, she hit my hot-line Late-night,

feel-right,

I know that she mine Dial-tone,

in-zone, three A.M. all alone She say "Don't hang up,

boy—

I ain't talkin' 'bout the phone"

Mid-night, phone light, she call me from the right side

She go "don't tell,

don't show,

keep it on the down-low"

I'm the key, she the lock,

three A.M. round the block She say "you make me weak" then

she bite on the phone,

no talk

(Beat slows down, whispered vocals,

bouncy sub-bass) Pick up,

pick up, pick up the phone I don't need your heart,

I just need

your tone Three rings,

two sighs, one moan

Then we hang up like we never— never— known

Hot-line, hot-line,

she hit my hot-line Late-night,

feel-right,

I know that she mine Dial-tone,

in-zone, three A.M. all alone She say "Don't hang up,

boy—

I ain't talkin' 'bout the phone"

(Beat fades, dial tone effect)

...I ain't talkin' 'bout the phone,

bro.