Voicemail

Let me tell you a little story how it all went south
I was visiting the homies back in my hometown
We went out to the bars that we could never get into
And then I saw a pretty face I knew I once knew
No, the prom queen didn't peak in high school
She said, "Hey, how are you, tell me what you been up to"

Then talk turned to drinks
Drinks turned to dancing all night
It felt like a dream
But something didn't sit right

Now I've got a voicemail that I should delete
And a couple of pictures she shouldn't have sent me
Now I've got a problem that I didn't need
Kinda made a mess, now I'm in too deep
Yeah, I'd be surprised if I made it to the end of the week
'Cause I got a voicemail that I should delete
And she's got a boyfriend, and he's gonna kill me

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na, oh
Na-na, na-na, I didn't know

My friends told me what I wish I knew at the jump
She's got a tendency to have a little too much fun
And when I called her in the morning, that's when he picked up
Said, "Boy, you got a big storm coming"
Like oh shit, knew what she was doing
Sweeping me off my feet and making me look stupid
Didn't do it on purpose, but gotta face the music
Oh God, I'm a dead man running

'Cause I got a voicemail that I should delete
And a couple of pictures she shouldn't have sent me
Now I got a problem that I didn't need
Kinda made a mess, now I'm in too deep
Yeah, I'd be surprised if I made it to the end of the week
'Cause I got a voicemail that I should delete
And she's got a boyfriend, and he's gonna kill me

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na, oh
Na-na, na-na, I didn't know
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na, oh
Na-na, na-na, I didn't know

Let me tell you a little story how it all went south
How a great time turned so upside down
But it was fun while we had it, right?
And tell your mans, I apologize

Now I've got a voicemail that I should delete
And a couple of pictures she shouldn't have sent me
Now I got a problem that I didn't need
Kinda made a mess, now I'm in too deep
Yeah, I'd be surprised if I made it to the end of the week
'Cause I got a voicemail that I should delete
And she's got a boyfriend, and he's gonna kill me

Na-na, na-na, na-na-na, oh
Na-na, na-na, I didn't know
Na-na, na-na, na-na-na, oh
Na-na, na-na, I didn't know