Lyrics
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Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
I don't wanna speak, I'm finna walk into a meeting
Got way too much on the line, I need
To close on something this weekend
Bills piling, real mileage added to this Jeep
And just to make it A to B, I'll let
My priorities are sensible, when headed to an interview
I ask myself the questions I think they would ask or similar to
Do I want a feature from Jermaine? I mean, who wouldn't, fool?
In my face when they don't say my name
It's just the nigga who was on that TV when he was knee-high
Say, "Can I get a picture? I heard you some kin to T.I."
I see why I beat around the question, never answer it
But no answer is the true answer, so I answered it and ran from it
All this on my mind, I don't got time for conversation
Tell 'em call me back later, plus I'm on the elevator
Headed to the floor where hopefully I come up on some paper
(Domani, I think you need to take this)
I heard you, I'ma take it later, man
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Telephone, who this? Na-na-na
Okay, first I gotta call my mom, she hit me in a meeting
Okay, gotta FaceTime my girl to show her I'm not cheating
Okay, now I gotta call my bro to make sure he not tweaking
And switch the lingo so he can hear me when I'm speaking
I got real shit and I ain't even thought 'bout what I'm eating