Your Messed Up Don’t Call Me

Mi step inna di riddim so effortless,  
Cool breeze, sweet soul, vibes nonetheless,  
Used to answer every ring, night or day—  
Now mi phone silent, just keep it that way.  
Mi heart big like Kingston, but mi patience thin,  
Treat mi like a backroad—too many run-ins.  
Mi give you words wrapped in honey, so true,  
You took sweetness, now mi sipping on mi own brew.

(Chorus)  
So when you lonely in the midnight, don’t call mi,  
Mi nuh deh pon di drama, just leave mi,  
Mi used to heal yuh pain with a melody,  
But now your messed, don’t call mi.  

(Verse 2)  
Mi voice caress like the vinyl, mi groove too rare,  
You play mi like a song, but mi done with the air.  
Mi lyrics lace up stronger than your alibi,  
Mi was the shelter, but you let the storm inside.  
Mi sing about love, but mi nuh fool fi pain,  
Raindrops can’t drown mi, mi stand inna mi lane.  
Mi vibes golden like sunrise pon de sea,  
You lose mi touch, now you begging for a piece.

(Bridge)  
Mi nah tek back mi energy,  
Mi spirit stay high, higher than synergy.  
You deh pon your knees, but mi dance free,  
No more rescue, mi done with the plea.

(Chorus)  
So when you lonely in the midnight, don’t call mi,  
Mi nuh deh pon di drama, just leave mi,  
Mi used to heal yuh pain with a melody,  
But now your messed, don’t call mi.  

(Outro)  
Mi cruising on a riddim where the heart stay clean,  
Mi voice turn legend in the space between.  
You search fi mi number, but it vanish like steam—  
Your messed, don’t call mi, stay out mi dream.

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