Is it me your calling?
Is it me your calling?
Based on my favorite song right now “Is It Me Your Calling - Tank and The Bangas”!
Don’t do the fantasy no more—
Could you pop up at my door?
Like fresh checks in the mail,
Or morning dew on the windowsill.
It’s the thing I’ve been waiting for.
Can we go out or something?
Grab a matcha and a two-piece dinner,
Forty-ounce water, mobo sauce drippin’,
Laugh till our ribs get sore.
I wanna be near you—
Like the rearview in my car,
But texts,
Calls,
Hearts on IG...
They ain’t enough no more.
I need you close—
Like close-close.
Like you really knocking at my door—
Wait,
You asking me out?
It’s the thing I’ve been waiting for.
You really coming to my door?
Fresh cut, jeans, and a Coogi sweater,
Damn near fainted—
You had the Dior.
Lip gloss poppin’,
Singing words to Lil Mama—
You look like you fix stuff,
Like “Holes.”
(Yeah, that kind of fine.)
Your voice?
So deep,
Mountains move when you speak—
Like faith in full form.
I’m not like other girls, you know.
You won’t play me—
Not me.
...Right. Sorry—
I’m speaking negative.
Oh, you checking me out?
Oh—same, same.
I like my man black as midnight,
So when the sun hits, it blurs.
Heart eyes.
Oh wait—
You busy?
Ain’t nobody that busy.
Please.
I look over
and see text messages.
Oh hell—
Can’t be callin’...
Not here.
It’s not me callin’.
Pick up the phone
—it’s Keshia.
Heart eyes.
Don’t do the fantasy no more—
Can you please unlock the door….
Is it me your calling?
Is it me your calling?
Is it me your calling?