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Hello Kelly, it's- I know who this is Listen, I know I shouldn't be calling you, but I just, we're not friends anymore and I don't know who else to call I cannot believe this He's yours, you've got him, now what is this you say? We have so much in common, Not really More than his last name What do you want from me, cause I don't have the time Don't hang up please, cause I need to confide, he's hiding his cell phone Yes I know And coming home late Mhm hmm I have dinner waiting But he already ate What? Yeah, I know I'm tired of crying, Mhmm Don't know what to do, Mhmmm Don't like how it feels in your shoes So what the hell you calling me for? Karma's knocking at your door, I don't have that problem no more, It's your bed now so just lay I just can't believe he'd do this, Kelly: Really? Girl he's got you looking real foolish I know, I deserve this, & I'm the one to blame Side chick to misses, Wait a minute, what?- Did you really think he'd change? What do you want from me? Really? I'm trying to make this right Already done you see, your reliving my life The neighbors were talking, Yes I know And church was the same Ooohh I'm sorry Took everything from me, left nothin but shame So keep your I'm sorry's, they don't mean a thing He's yours now you wearing the ring, I know So what the hell you calling me for? I really need my friend, Karma's knocking at your door I know, I don't have that problem no more- Is that all you can say? It's your bed now so just lay Now I lay me down to sleep Praying that our vows he keeps Oohh, God ain't listenin Tossin, turnin while he creeps Listenin as he turns the key Mhmm, what the hell you calling me for?- I guess it's catching up to me- Karma's knocking at your door- Mhmm does it make you happy- I don't have that problem no more- Ooh that I'm in so much pain It's your bed now so just lay- What the hell you calling me for?- Somebody's sleeping in my bed- Karma's knocking at your door- It's really messin with my head- I don't have that problem no more- Ooh I guess I'm getting my fate T's your bed- Now so just lay Hey, yo what took you so long to get to the door? Hey shh, shh We gotta make this happen, you know how hard it was to get out the house Shhh You tryin to grab my bal- (Sigh) Yeah, we gotta make this happen right now- What? You gotta get off the telephone, who you on the phone with? It's your wife What? Your wife is on the phone
Writer(s): Anthony S. Crawford, Phillip Iii Scott, Kelly Cherelle Price Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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