Lyrics
Don't want the fantasy no more
Won't you knock upon the door
This the thing you've been waiting
This the thing you've been waiting for
Texting for quite a while
DMs, they get lame sometime
Let's go out, stop fronting
Coffee shop or something
Been thinking about you all day
A text away from a first date
Missed call, is it too late?
Missed call is a mistake
Don't want the fantasy no more
Won't you knock upon the door
This the thing you've been waiting
This the thing you've been waiting for
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Memory falls, nature recalls
I can't get you out of my mind
Guy I been DMing a while's so fine
Coffee skin, pretty smile
Back and forth, heart eyes
To my surprise, he hasn't asked your girl out
Why you taking so long?
Don't be acting all shy
I'm not like other girls you know
I'll ex your ass out if for moving too slow
Who knows where this flirty ass shit gon' go
But green means go, hello
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Memory falls, nature recalls
I can't get you out of my mind (hey)
Okay, so he like checking me out
And I'm checking you too but I'm modest
Offers me a latte, so I get like Assata
Say I like my coffee like I like my men
Black, a little bit sugar for my troubles within
He seems kind, he laughed
Curious lips, boyish smile
The type of smile that make you question your stability
The type of smile that makes knees weak
And ex BFs history, bitch
We exchange Instagrams, that's tea, we DM endlessly
Heart eyes, Facetime ready, texting heavy
Hot damn, this litty
But every time I book a date, you say you busy
Claim you got plans, say you not in the city
You not in the city? Nigga please
Ain't nobody that motherfucking busy, bi-
Okay, I'll be flirty, I'll be girly
We drink coffee, we smart, we nerdy, you court me
On Thursday I strolly by for coffee
I see you with a caramel sweetie, who dis?
Braids down her back, leaning over your county
Asking where you at, like where you been?
You've got a familiar grin like y'all seem like old-ass friends
Familiar with each other like way back when
I walk in apprehensive, like, bitch, who's this?
Who's she? What's that? What's that? What's this?
She confidently replies, flirty eyes, girly grin
"Girl, ask him"
Can it be me you're calling?
Can it be me you're calling? Hey
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Is it me you're calling?
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Hate to kill the vibe, but let's go outside
Memory falls, nature recalls
I can't get you out of my mind (hey)
I guess it's a good thing I didn't invest all my feelings
All these pink signs, really red flags
'Cause when I really think about it, I mean, been kinda strange
You never took a bish out, ain't never been to your house
You never took me 'round back, ain't been to your new pad
Girl, so, I guess, I guess
Now it's me you're calling
I see your name, you're calling
I wonder why you're calling
All feels when you're calling me
I wonder why you're calling
I wonder why you're calling
Wonder why this nigga calling, hey
WRITERS
Tarriona Michelle Ball, Brian Wiggins, Austin Brown, Norman Spence II
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing
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