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Voicemail Video (MV)




Performed By: DubVin & Nobe S.
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Noah Schartz, Vicente Lopez




DubVin & Nobe S. - Voicemail Lyrics
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Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
Another call that failed to ring
Another sent text turned to green
Start to think, is it cause of me
Then I see there's more devious things
It was another man who made you leave
You kept it in the dark, like hide and seek
But I adapted, learned to see behind the scenes
Director cut, let's tell the truth about what I've seen
You've tried to use your red hair in my face
To keep me distracted from being a great
Bet you wished you'd be the last meal I ate
But I had the feast prepared for me by fate
Just had to search the table for my plate
And that's something I'll remember to this
Day
Trust that I will never again treat you kindly
A dog of a demon, Bernard but no saint
Cause it took you one week to get on a flight
Just to meet with a guy, get you in the heights Yeah, f*ck Benny, I roll with the Jets on
West side
The Sharks in the water, here got my hands tied
Make sure them ties are cut with that knife You ask why don't we talk about it, bitch
Well, I tried
Bitch, well, I tried
Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
Forgot about me so soon like you never
Said your love for me sent you into tremors Never had someone before treat you better
Should've seen the signs the lies instead of
Puttin my stock into empty air
God the sex with you, just don't compare
The exact words you whispered in my ear
Now that dial tone's all I hear
Guess I should've known
When you had me smiling at my phone
This only ever ends one way for me
Driving down the highway aimlessly
With memories flooding my mind
You and me in this driver's seat reclined
The way that your eyes would shine
Your voice at the other end of the line
Now it's just
Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone
What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
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Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
Another call that failed to ring
Another sent text turned to green
Start to think, is it cause of me
Then I see there's more devious things
It was another man who made you leave
You kept it in the dark, like hide and seek
But I adapted, learned to see behind the scenes
Director cut, let's tell the truth about what I've seen
You've tried to use your red hair in my face
To keep me distracted from being a great
Bet you wished you'd be the last meal I ate
But I had the feast prepared for me by fate
Just had to search the table for my plate
And that's something I'll remember to this
Day
Trust that I will never again treat you kindly
A dog of a demon, Bernard but no saint
Cause it took you one week to get on a flight
Just to meet with a guy, get you in the heights Yeah, f*ck Benny, I roll with the Jets on
West side
The Sharks in the water, here got my hands tied
Make sure them ties are cut with that knife You ask why don't we talk about it, bitch
Well, I tried
Bitch, well, I tried
Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
Forgot about me so soon like you never
Said your love for me sent you into tremors Never had someone before treat you better
Should've seen the signs the lies instead of
Puttin my stock into empty air
God the sex with you, just don't compare
The exact words you whispered in my ear
Now that dial tone's all I hear
Guess I should've known
When you had me smiling at my phone
This only ever ends one way for me
Driving down the highway aimlessly
With memories flooding my mind
You and me in this driver's seat reclined
The way that your eyes would shine
Your voice at the other end of the line
Now it's just
Another call sent straight to voicemail Another text that said it failed
Mama said move on, she's already gone
What the f*ck's wrong with me
Another call sent straight to voicemail
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Writer: Noah Schartz, Vicente Lopez
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