Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hit Me up on My Celly-Cell , by - Comadre. Song from the album Burn Your Bones, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 05.06.2006
Record label: Vitriol
Song language: English
Hit Me up on My Celly-Cell |
| Our heads are a couple of cases |
| And i am everything and miserable without you. |
| Three thousand miles can hold so much. |
| These miles of land. |
| The land is separation. |
| How much desperation in between? |
| Like a phone call with no reception, |
| Our heads are a couple of cases |
| And we’re so miserable without each other. |
| Can’t wait till we |
| Can see the same sunset |
| At the same time |
| Can’t wait till a phone call doesn’t mean |
| Three thousand miles. |
| I think our heads |
| Are a couple of cases. |
| Hit me up, boy, on my celly-cell. |
| I think our heads |
| Are a couple of cases. |
| We are the doctors |
| With all the prescriptions. |
| Can’t wait till our appointment comes. |
| It’s the only medication. |