song written by roxieray
indie
songwriter
piano
detroit
lana del rey
dominican
Story behind the song
There is really no story. It was summertime around mid-july, and we we're working on music and I said well I know I wanna be famous, but I'm tired of writing Acoustic/Indie songs, I wanna try something the Black kids would like... and along came "Calling".
Lyrics
(verse1)
Ridin solo, rims spinnin' hot
drink in my cup, time to live fly.
Your boyfriend want me, your girlfriend too
I'm a bad b*** go by no rules.
Fill my glass up , fill it up slow can't spill my drink .
Your new girl said she won't, but that just means she can't .
She can't do you, like I can do
I remember them days. I used to cry about you but now I hear you crying my name.
I ain't playing no games, better ask about me
Bad b*** attitude, working hard thanks to you .
Act brand new if you want to.
(Chorus1x)
Pull up to the scene, got my shades on you can't roll.
Girl looking so mean , you talk a good game but I'm bout it.
Pocket overflow, we out here
You got a girl but you calling, I got you calling .
(Verse2)
When I pull up, all eyes on me.
Pretty bad b*** , and she mixed breed
If she ain't foreign, then she boring
You on Cloud 9, and I'm on Cloud 20.
once you like it, then you gon' love , you know my name.
They call me RoxieRay, and I'm the best in this little ass game.
Long hair light skin, you need a foreign chick.
Boys love them foreign chicks, ridin' with my foreign b*** .
Ha! Boy you know you love this sh** .
I got you stuck on this , damn I got you HOT!
(Chorus2x)
