Ahhhhh...I usually avoid any type'o'confrontation conversation, in moderation Lips sealed but my fingers are flying As the hours pass they grow more impatient My phone is mad lettered, especially when I'm sauced up And I admit that I'm ashamed But there's Melissa, Theresa, and Emily What a Toss-Up! But thats the best part of the game.
And I'm really a novice aspirin' alcoholic drownin the days pain in house barley and grain Thinkin' of ways to convince one to join me in the company of low life sort, doin' the same
(So) I start txtin (Ah) I keep txtin (Heeey) I can't stop its my obsession
(Chorus) (Yep) Its like fishin and my words are like lures if they bite the bait (cool) if not call it a night
We can't, More like we shouldn't I know... And I try, To be a good boy but its hard
(I start txtin, I keep txtin, I can't stop its my obsession)
(Verse 2) Now ask yourself this: Is love a tender thing? Too rough? Too rude? Too boisterous? Well I'll tell you what man i had her once and it was fun but not enough. Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is where my phone lives (heaven is where my phone lives) In my pocket, so cozy; oh what a joy replies give. It seems Melissa's babysittin and Theresa's workin late, but Emily's on her way to East Eleventh on a train.. and thats when I remember Pattie from West Philly, she says I'm in your area 3 minutes away
So I stop txtin No more txtin hey! yeah right its my obsession
(Chorus)
(Verse 3) I know you think I'm wreckless, move so fast (slow down) I think I love so I told him by the Inter-sex-message (?) (uh-huh) He wrote back, Me Too.. I was just sittin' here thinkin' bout you I know I want him but I can't and I shouldn't Tried to put my phone down, damn! but I couldn't Stayed on the phone with him all night long Txt Message when I'm gone