[Intro — spoken / filtered phone voice] You have... one new page. ... Oh. NOW you remember my number? [Verse 1 — MGC] Baby tee, lip gloss, quarter in my shoe, Payphone ringing, better hope it's you. Paged you twice with a 1-4-3, Don't make me regret getting sentimental, please. Mall closed nine, I'm outside at ten, Your mixtape stuck on side B again. Girls say, “Déjalo, forget that man,” But I'm dancing to our song like— I don't give a damn. Got your number written down in purple ink, Tell myself I won't call— then I start to think. One more quarter, one more chance, Nah— Fuck that. I'ma dance. [Pre-Chorus — melodic] You got me waiting, waiting all night, Dancing like I'm fine under fluorescent lights. If you wanna find me, you know where I'll be— Middle of the dance floor pretending you don't bother me. [Chorus — bright emotional 90s vocal] Pager 9-1-1, baby, call me back. You got my heart going click-click-clack. 132 and I'm losing my mind, Dancing like I don't care one beat at a time. Pager 9-1-1, this is an emergency. You disappeared, but the beat stayed with me. If you won't call tonight, then baby, that's fine— I'll fall out of love by closing time. [Post-Chorus] Beep-beep— 9-1-1. Beep-beep— Where you at? Beep-beep— Never mind. [Verse 2 — MGC Rap] Okay— Fresh nails, butterfly clips, Tiny little bag sitting low on my hips. Walkman skip when I move too quick, But unlike you— it still plays my shit. Ay, corazón, ¿dónde estás? Actually— don't answer that. You had all night, now I'm feeling cute, Bassline nasty and my girls came through. You can keep your excuses, I got somewhere to be. DJ just played the song you said reminded you of me. Funny. Now I'm screaming every word with somebody I just met— And for three whole minutes... I forgot your ass exists. [Pre-Chorus — bigger] You had me waiting, waiting all night. Now I'm under strobes and I'm feeling alright. If you're trying to find me, baby, good luck— You had my number. You fucked it up. [Chorus] Pager 9-1-1, baby, call me back. You got my heart going click-click-clack. 132 and I'm losing my mind, Dancing like I don't care one beat at a time. Pager 9-1-1, this is an emergency. You disappeared, but the beat stayed with me. If you won't call tonight, then baby, that's fine— I'll fall out of love by closing time. [Breakdown — beat strips to bass + breakbeat] MGC Wait. Is that— pagers beeps Oh my God. He paged me. [Friend] You gonna call him MGC? ... Play the next song. [Dance Break] [MGC — rhythmic ad-libs] Uno, dos— move your body. Tres, cuatro— don't need nobody. Cinco, seis— forget his name. Seven, eight— do it again. sharp synth stabs / freestyle breakbeat [Bridge — unexpectedly emotional] Maybe tomorrow I'll wish you'd called. Maybe tonight I'm still hurt after all. Maybe moving on ain't one clean goodbye— Maybe it's four-on-the-floor while you're trying not to cry. So turn it up louder. I don't wanna think. Let the neon blur every memory pink. If heartbreak wants me, it knows where I'll be— somewhere between the bassline and finally feeling free. [FINAL CHORUS — huge] Pager 9-1-1, don't bother calling back. My heart ain't waiting where you left it at. 132 and I'm feeling alive, Dancing myself back one beat at a time. Pager 9-1-1, cancel the emergency. You disappeared— but I came back to me. You didn't call tonight, and baby... that's fine. I fell out of love by closing time. [Outro — filtered / playful] You have... one new page. [MGC]: Delete. ... Wait, can you delete pages? Whatever. It's the '90s.
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