Miscommunication
Timbaland Lyrics


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Oh! Two step, oh!
Let me talk to you, girl

What?

I'm in your part of town
I call your phone, and you're no where to be found
You do this every time
You be M.I.A. every single time

The part that kills me
You rather chill with your friends instead of me, huh
But I ain't gon' be no clown
I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
And you say to me...

So what, I was out with my friends
I'm a grown woman
It's the weekend, oh
So what if I don't answer my phone
What if I'm not alone
I'm with him
What's it to you?

I need to get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're...
What ya wanna do, do, do?
What ya wanna do, do, do?

I cannot escape
No matter what I do
Can't get away from you, oh
Call me everyday
And that there ain't never cool
Getting on my nerves
I think it's time you knew
Only gave you my number 'cause drinks made you cuter, plus
You were looking sad and lonely, ooo
But that's all it was
Just put you in the game
And here you go complainin'
What's up with you?

I need to get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're killing me
And I
Just wanna get out
You, you, you, you, you
Are killing me; you're killing me, you're...
What ya wanna do, do, do?
What ya wanna do, do, do?

Like, whoa, lil' mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number
I ain't chasin'; I ain't even no runner
Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh?
How you hard to be reached?
I can put you where you hard to be reached
Black sand on the balls of your feet
You can scream, ain't no body gon' be asleep
This your own private beach, ha ha
And when it comes to sex
Just a little bit of love and little bit of that
Maybe push it back where your ribs is at
Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that? ha ha
I'm just jokin' of course
I'm trying to put your sex game back on course




If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute, holla at yo' boy

Overall Meaning

The song "Miscommunication" by Timbaland (Feat. Keri Hilson & Sebastian) is about the frustration that comes from a lack of communication in a relationship. Timbaland is trying to talk to his girl, but she's always out with her friends and not answering her phone. This makes him feel neglected and frustrated. His girlfriend tries to justify her behavior by saying she's a grown woman and it's the weekend, but Timbaland can't help feeling hurt.


The chorus of the song talks about how Timbaland feels like his girlfriend is constantly "killing" him with her lack of communication. He just wants to get out of the relationship and move on. The bridge is a conversation between Timbaland and his girlfriend, where he tries to explain how he feels and she tries to justify her behavior.


Overall, the song highlights the importance of communication in a relationship. When communication breaks down, it can lead to frustration, misunderstandings, and ultimately the end of the relationship. The song encourages listeners to be open and honest with their partners and to work through any communication issues that arise.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh! Two step, oh!
The singer is excited and urging the listener to dance


Let me talk to you, girl
The singer wants to have a conversation with the listener


I'm in your part of town
The singer is in the same vicinity as the listener


I call your phone, and you're no where to be found
The artist attempted to communicate with the listener but was unsuccessful


You do this every time
The artist has experienced this situation multiple times


You be M.I.A. every single time
The listener is always missing from the situation


The part that kills me
This is what deeply bothers the singer


You rather chill with your friends instead of me, huh
The artist is disappointed that the listener chose to spend time with others instead of them


But I ain't gon' be no clown
The artist will not be made a fool of


I guess I call you next time I'm in your town
The artist will try to contact the listener again in the future


And you say to me...
The listener responds to the singer's previous statements


So what, I was out with my friends
The listener justifies their actions by saying they were spending time with friends


I'm a grown woman
The listener is an adult and can make their own decisions


It's the weekend, oh
The listener is implying that weekends are for hanging out with friends and having fun


So what if I don't answer my phone
The listener is indifferent to missed calls


What if I'm not alone
The listener may be in the company of others


I'm with him
The listener is spending time with someone other than the artist


What's it to you?
The listener feels like the singer is being too nosy


I need to get out
The singer wants to escape from the situation


You, you, you, you, you Are killing me; you're killing me, you're killing me And I Just wanna get out You, you, you, you, you Are killing me; you're killing me, you're...
The artist is repeating that the listener's actions are causing them distress


What ya wanna do, do, do? What ya wanna do, do, do?
The artist is asking the listener what they want to do about the situation


I cannot escape No matter what I do Can't get away from you, oh
The artist feels trapped or unable to escape the listener's presence


Call me everyday And that there ain't never cool Getting on my nerves I think it's time you knew
The singer is frustrated with the listener's constant calls


Only gave you my number 'cause drinks made you cuter, plus You were looking sad and lonely, ooo But that's all it was Just put you in the game And here you go complainin' What's up with you?
The artist is frustrated that the listener is expecting more than what was originally intended from their interaction


Like, whoa, lil' mama, it's the second time I'm callin' your number I ain't chasin'; I ain't even no runner Don't you know I push the Hummer in the summer, huh?
The singer is expressing that they are not desperate for the listener's attention and are not willing to chase them down


How you hard to be reached? I can put you where you hard to be reached Black sand on the balls of your feet You can scream, ain't no body gon' be asleep This your own private beach, ha ha
The singer is suggesting that they have the means to take the listener to a remote location where they will be difficult to contact


And when it comes to sex Just a little bit of love and little bit of that Maybe push it back where your ribs is at Share a bowl of crunch berries, how real is that? ha ha I'm just jokin' of course I'm trying to put your sex game back on course If you feelin' dry, like you don't get moist If you ever get a minute, holla at yo' boy
The singer is making sexual innuendos and suggesting that they can improve the listener's sex life




Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TIMOTHY MOSLEY, NATE HILLS, KERI HILSON, GARLAND MOSLEY

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