You can hit me on my flip phone, baby Telling all your friends, oh, baby You thought that I needed my space Like it's 2008, oh, baby You can hit me on my razor Rub it, get it faded AOL ain't working, baby Y'all get nice, just break it, oh I just hope that you know But listen, I've been going crazy Thinking about you, baby We look good together Just like Britney Spears and JT Hit me on my messenger And tell me that you hate me Sexing all these other boys And it's driving me crazy Um, okay, like, man, what the fuck? Told me that you needed space When I'm home all alone And I miss your face When that ringtone hits I feel okay, but I'm Doing all the dice and shit Cause I'm constantly thinking about how bad you is I'm in the chatroom Sipping to all my friends And they all like, see, like, that's my bitch But, um, wait, oh, she hate me, huh? Feeling in my inbox crazy One day mad, then the shit's okay Tony Hawk pro skater, how she hit a 180? Um, really, you can hit me up And I can act like I really couldn't give a fuck But when my cell phone rings And a new boy sing You can best believe And I'ma pick it up, yeah You can hit me on my phone, baby Telling all your friends, oh, baby You thought that I needed my space Like it's 2008, oh, baby But you can hit me on my razor I've been getting faded AOL ain't working, baby Our connection's breaking, oh I just hope that you're not hurt