I just called to listen to your voicemail
I know that you wouldn't pick up
I just thought I'd try my luck
On your voicemail
Hoping you would hit the play
Listen to what I gotta say
On your voicemail
And if you don't reply
It's my fault and I know why
Got your voicemail
No I got your voicemail
Huh, not a surprise
I know you sick of my lies, yeah
I know that we done for good, yeah
I seen the look in your eyes
Everything was goin' fine
I really tried
I gave you most of my time
You was always by my side
My ride or die
You gave me so many tries
And I f*cked around, let you down
And you stuck around, stuck it out
We were something now we nothin' now
Now some other guy be luckin' out
I can't believe what I put you through
I did what I said that I wouldn't do
Out doing shit that I shouldn't do
I feel like I can't even look at you
I had to pack up my shit and leave
I had to give you some room to breathe
Yeah you were my soon to be, now
It's no longer you and me, girl
You need to stop with the noise
I just called to hear your voice
I know that we done for good
Like we ain't even have a choice
I just called to listen to your voicemail
I know that you wouldn't pick up
I just thought I'd try my luck
On your voicemail
Hoping you would hit the play
Listen to what I gotta say
On your voicemail
And if you don't reply
It's my fault and I know why
Got your voicemail
No I got your voicemail
I still think about it every day
And how I let you get away
There ain't nothin' left that I could say
That would make you wanna stay
Ya I walked away and took the L
I know you sick of my shit I can tell
You were an angel
I put you through hell
Girl, I just wanna wish you well
Im feelin like I can't last without ya
My family still ask aboutcha
You won't listen what I have to say so
I wrote this track aboutcha
I see you doin' your thang
I'm doin' my thang
We two in the same
I didn't mean that I want it to end
When I told you we were due for a change
I had it all and I threw it away
I'd give my all just to do it again
Please understand
That wasn't part of the plan
How could I put you through pain
Still don't act like I don't care for ya
You know I was always there for ya
I know that shit wasn't fair for ya
Still no other girl could compare to ya
I just called to listen to your voicemail
I know that you wouldn't pick up
I just thought I'd try my luck
On your voicemail
Hoping you would hit the play
Listen to what I gotta say
On your voicemail
And if you don't reply
It's my fault and I know why
Got your voicemail
No I got your voicemail