1-800 Heartbreak

Album

Finally Over It

Label

LoveRenaissance

Genre

-Pop

Composer(s)

Summer Walker;Bryan-Michael Cox;David "Dos Dias" Bishop;Isaiah “ibmixing” Brown;Brandon Anderson;Sterling White, Jr.;James Owens

Entered Chart

Nov 29, 2025

Peak Date

Nov 29, 2025

What am I gonna do?
Oh, no, no, no, no, oh, no

I don't want you to know
That I been in my bed so cold
And I been trying my best
To not make it look like I care

Know it's pretty hard to tell
I been looking better every day that goes by
I been outside
Driving fast in a nigga's passenger seat, being a princess
Got my legs kicked up, I'm catching flights
But something's missing
So I keep my hand on my heart, baby
'Cause this done gone too far
I know I need a fresh start, baby

But by the end of the night I'm dialing
1-800 heartbreak
'Cause the price to pay is guaranteed
But you give my body what she needs, yeah
Oh
1-800 heartbreak
Don't know how much more I can take
I need you right here face to face
I need you, baby

I don't think I can hold it in no more
Just might end up folding in half
I'm torn between my loneliness and hopefulness for you
Hoping we can work it out but I don't know what to do
Your mindset is set on trying
But you can't seem to succeed

I know that it's pretty hard to tell
'Cause I been looking better every day that goes by
I been outside
Driving fast in a nigga's passenger seat, being a princess
Got my legs kicked up, I'm catching flights
But something's missing
So I keep my hand on my heart, baby
'Cause this done gone too far
I know I need a fresh start, baby

But by the end of the night I'm dialing
1-800 heartbreak
'Cause the price to pay is guaranteed
But you give my body what she needs, yeah
Oh
1-800 heartbreak
Don't know how much more I can take
I need you right here face to face (I need you, baby, I need you, babe)

My fingers dial 1-800
My fingers dial 1-800
My fingers dial 1-800
My fingers dial 1-800

Hello?

Hello my darling, it's me again
I'm crawling back drunk, you blocked my number
So I called from my mother's phone, don't hang up
I wonder if it's true
What they say about every time that you lay up with someone new
There's a trade-off, a piece of me that I lose
In return, all I gained was another notch in the loop, belt coming loose
I can't hold the weight up, so I dropped the ball
The body count two times the amount the mileage on the car
Down on my luck, my heart 'bout heavy as my eyelids are
It's been so long since I last did you wrong, did you forget?
You cursed me out so bad, it felt like a spell from a witch
I didn't wanna tell you the truth 'cause if I did
You'd probably get some felons to shoot up my whip
So vindictive and sensitive
I really wanna make amends
But we've been going back and forth like tennis courts at Wimbledon
I've been on my Adidas tip
All day I dream about sex, I'm like a fiend for this
Some therapy is what you suggest, and I agree with it

But my shrink, she offered me cheeks, I end up beating it
I'm not a demon, but I might be a piece of shit
You tell me I need Jesus, so I text message my deaconess
She sent back some freaky shit, pictures of her coochie lips
I tell you this in confidence, don't ever rat me out
You said this would come back to haunt me
Is that what ghosting's all about?
I was hoping we could get back to our home and settle down
But you was done playing games
All my tokens have run out

And you ain't got to tell me nothing new under the sun
I know we had a moment but it's done now
Just know that you're the only thing that runs my mind
Fuh