[Music] KOTA the Friend – FONE CALL (Clean)

New Release: KOTA the Friend Unveils "FONE CALL (Clean)"

South African music star, KOTA the Friend, has just dropped a fresh track titled "FONE CALL (Clean)". This latest release showcases the artist’s unique blend of soulful melodies and thoughtful lyricism, further cementing his place in the contemporary music scene.

Fans and new listeners alike are invited to experience the smooth vibes and introspective storytelling that define this song. Whether you’re tuning in for the first time or adding it to your favorite playlist, "FONE CALL (Clean)" offers a refreshing sound that resonates on multiple levels.

Known for his authentic approach and heartfelt compositions, KOTA the Friend continues to build a loyal following with each new project. His ability to connect through music has made him a standout figure, not just in South Africa but internationally as well.

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KOTA the Friend FONE CALL (Clean) Lyrics:
Call me on the phone
What you really want? What you tryna get now?
You can have it all
If you give it back, that is how I get down
All you do is take
Not a lot of give, ain't no way to live now
You don't got my back
But now you comin' back, and I see you got your hand out

Always come around when you see me up
Always count me out when you see me down
Always turn your back when I'm in the mud
Always runnin' back when I make it out
Now I got a lot to give
Now I got a lot to lose
And I been hella generous
But that don't mean a lot to you
Like what the fuck I'm tryna prove? It's like

Young, rich fool got a lot of love
But I'ma only give it to the real ones
Do you only want me when the dollar come?
Homie, stop frontin' like it's real love
Way back then, did a lot of drugs
We was in the world tryna feel somethin'
Now we on the porch sittin' by the sun
Never knew that I would ever feel love (yeah, yeah)

Call me on the phone
Kota, how you been? What you gettin' into?
Hit me when you land (yeah, yeah)
Call me when you can, niggas really miss you
Take you to the mall
Furnishin' the crib, checkin' on your mental
Even when I fall
I'ma get the win, all the shit I been through

Took me on a ride on the PCH
All my niggas real, they ain't never fake
Lift a nigga up when he feelin' low
When I'm fuckin' up, they like, "TBH"
Grateful for the love y'all give
When I don't even love myself
When my frequency is low as shit
When I don't give a fuck no more
When I don't even trust myself, it's like

Young, rich fool got a lot of love
But I'ma only give it to the real ones
Do you only want me when the dollar come?
Homie, stop frontin' like it's real love
Way back then, did a lot of drugs
We was in the world tryna feel somethin'
Now we on the porch sittin' by the sun
Never knew that I would ever feel love

Call her on the phone
Shawty, how you feel? Baby, how your day go?
She said it was nice
And now she in a cab rushin' on the way home
I been out West
MEMO on the way, workin' every day, though
Feelin' hella blessed
'Cause everywhere this woman lay her back, she gon' make home

Shawty from the desert, she my shaykhah
Always got my back through the bad days
Pickin' up my crown when it fall off
Wonder why I give this woman everything
Fly her all around this world, cop a brownstone in New York
Cop a beach house in LA, soon come, she gon' get my name
It's all legacy and simple things, it's like

Young, rich fool got a lot of love
But I'ma only give it to the real ones
Do you only want me when the dollar come?
Homie, stop frontin' like it's real love
Way back then, did a lot of drugs
We was in the world tryna feel somethin'
Now we on the porch sittin' by the sun
Never knew that I would ever feel love

Call me on the phone