
Phone Numbers - triple j Like A Version Dominic Fike
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[Intro]
Can you break bread with me?
Break bread with me, break, break
Can you break bread with me?
Break bread with me
Yeah
Whoa, Kenny!
[Chorus]
Why you not here with me?
Can you break bread with me?
And why you switch phone numbers like clothes?
And why you can't answer me? (Yeah)
'Cause I got more coming
Okay, lil', why you not here with me? (Why? Why?)
And can you break bread with me? (Oh)
And why you switch phone numbers like clothes? (Uh)
Why you can't answer me? (Yeah, why?)
'Cause I got more coming
[Verse 1]
Yes, I moved my shawty from Florida to Hollywood, dawg
Bought some gold, shit look big on me
Got some goals, it's a list on me
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm rich off rock n' roll
The strippers and the strobe playin' tricks on me
The stones hit you different
You supposed to be mad, dawg (No!)
They from Tiffany (Please)
Keep my name out yo mouth like some wisdom teeth
(And you wonder why) Why I'm not there with you
(I ain't answered my phone in so long)
Can you break bread with me?
Break bread with me, break, break
Can you break bread with me?
Break bread with me
Yeah
Whoa, Kenny!
[Chorus]
Why you not here with me?
Can you break bread with me?
And why you switch phone numbers like clothes?
And why you can't answer me? (Yeah)
'Cause I got more coming
Okay, lil', why you not here with me? (Why? Why?)
And can you break bread with me? (Oh)
And why you switch phone numbers like clothes? (Uh)
Why you can't answer me? (Yeah, why?)
'Cause I got more coming
[Verse 1]
Yes, I moved my shawty from Florida to Hollywood, dawg
Bought some gold, shit look big on me
Got some goals, it's a list on me
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm rich off rock n' roll
The strippers and the strobe playin' tricks on me
The stones hit you different
You supposed to be mad, dawg (No!)
They from Tiffany (Please)
Keep my name out yo mouth like some wisdom teeth
(And you wonder why) Why I'm not there with you
(I ain't answered my phone in so long)
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