Miscommunication
[Timbaland:]Oh! Two step. Oh!Let me talk to you girl
[Keri:]What?
[Timbaland:]I'm in your part of townI call your phone and you're no where to be foundYou do this every timeYou be M.I.A. every single time
The part that kills meYou rather chill with your friends instead of me huh.But I ain't gon' be no clownI guess I call you next time I'm in your townAnd you say to me
[Keri:]So what, I was out with my friendsI'm a grown womanIt's the weekend, ohSo what if I don't answer my phoneWhat if I'm not aloneI'm with himWhat's it to you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me, you're killing you're killing meand Ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
I cannot escapeno matter what I docan't get away from you, ohcall me everydayand that there ain't never coolgetting on my nervesI think it's time you knewonly gave you my number cause, drinks made you cuter, plusyou were looking sad and lonely, ohbut that's all it wasjust put you in the gameand here you go complainin'what's up with you?
I need to get outYou you you you youAre, killing me your killing you're killing meand ijust wanna get outyou you you you youare killing me you're killing you're killing mewhatcha wanna do? do do whatcha wanna do? do do
[Sebastian:]like whoa lil mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your numberI ain't chasin' I ain't even no runnerdon't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huhhow you hard to be reachedI can put you where you hard to be reachedblack sand on the balls of your feetYou can scream, ain't no body gon' be sleep,this your own private beach, hahaand when it comes to sex,just a little bit of love and little bit of thatmaybe push it back where your ribs is atshare a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that, hahaI'm just jokin' of course,I'm trying to put your sex game back on courseif you feelin' dry, like you don't get moistif you ever get a minute holla at yo' boy