LIDIKA - Cellphone Lyrics

You sickly offer to buy me a drink
But I see in your f*cking game
I think
I don't want anything of you honestly
Don't matter, the Rosé or the Hennessy
I'm not on sale, NO
I'm not on sale
You know, you talk too much lies and tales
You think you are the cutest Baby, God damn
Try to call
There is no one on your cellphone cellphone
On your cellphone cellphone
There is no one on your cellphone cellphone
On your cellphone cellphone
Let me be myself
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck boy
Please, just run away
Let me be myself
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck
Please, just run away
No, thanks for a bad time
No time for your gaslight
No Insta, no Snapchat
No, at any options
No compassion, no mercy
You're still solo, OMG!
I don't need a sicky trip
No glasses, no GHB
Already feeling numb
Solo in the club
What you're waiting for?
No loser, no more
Already feeling numb
Solo in the club
What you're waiting for?
There is no one on your cellphone cellphone
On your cellphone cellphone
There is no one on your cellphone cellphone
On your cellphone cellphone
Let me be myself
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck boy
Please, just run away
Let me be myself
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck
Please, just run away
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck boy
Please ,just run away
Let me be myself
Let me be myself
I don't give a f*ck
Please just run away