It Rains Wiley From Atlanta (Ft. Kenny Mason)

{Wiley from Atlanta}
Pick up the phone (mmm), pick up the phone when I call ya
I know you don't wanna talk, but I think I’m havin' withdrawals
I need a bump (yeah), at least hit me back on my sidekick
We can link up, you tell me to hit up my side chick

I just wanna fuck (yeah, yeah)
Get back up inside ya, let me - I'll slide it’s a tight fit
Ice on my neck and my right wrist, money as long as my nights is
You way too pretty to crack (eh), I'm like a flash of the light, hey
Met at my face, but left at your place
I'm drownin', I'm drunk in the deep end

I've drunk too much, I'm stumblin'
Can’t think out loud, I’m mumblin'
Why couldn’t you just lie that you're in love with me?
Were you thinkin' bout him while you was fuckin' me? (Yeah)

I’ve drunk too much, I'm stumblin'
Can't think out loud, I'm mumblin'
Why couldn't you just lie that you're in love with me?
Were you thinkin' bout him while you was fuckin me? (Yeah-eah)

I guess when it rains it pours
Don't leave me on the floor, on the floor, yeah yeah, oh no
I guess when it rains it pours, yeah yeah
Don't leave me on the floor, on the floor, God no