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Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves
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Operator here's my dime
Connect me please
I know that she's at home
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It's four o'clock on a Sunday morning
Who the hell is calling my phone?
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning (yo)
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone
Wee hours of the morning and word is bond
I'm in jail I need bail. Again, the word is bond
Not James in a tux with olives draped on my cup
With a dame all on me with healthy letters to cup
So what up?
Can you free me 'fore my prints come back?
And they run 'em through the system and realize that I'm black
All I remember was the stripper then I faded to rack
Said her name was December than she sat on my lap
"Merry Crimmuh"
Liquor and higher power my witness
I thought fleeing The People was just a matter of fitness
With all these nice drinks, compliments of Dennis
Whoever the fuck that is
"Dennis is this!"
Two middle fingers up
"Dennis is this!"
Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths
Whoever the fuck Dennis is, Dennis is pissed!
'Cus I don't think that dude we was drinking with
Was Dennis at all, fam!
It's four o'clock on a Sunday morning
Who the hell is calling my phone?
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone
Ha! (one) Yup!
I'm aware it's four in the morning
But I just wanna tell you I'm drunk and I'm kinda horny
I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip
Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it's a bitch
Mainly 'cus I now consider you one
I wanna let you go but every time I seem to screw up
Now that's the problem with the space that you occupy
It's going great and then the thought of you would cross my mind
A box of wine and a carton of coffin nails will
Convince me now would be a great time for hate mailin'
Like "Hey bitch! How the hell have you been?
Remember me? We were dating then you slept with my friends!"
I just thought that I'd remind you in case you ever forget it
You train yourself to believe that you're not a terrible wretch
Ha, you broke my heart into like a million pieces
So here's another dim-litted picture of my penis
Whoa!
What the fuck is going on Grieves
You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone?
Is that a picture of your...?
I'mma pretend I didn't see that
All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt... ohhhhh
You had too much to drink again
Whiskey and a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend
You booze you lose, homie you been warned
You better off using your cellphone to watch porn
Grab some lotion and a napkin
Jack off then pass out
All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out
I hope you black out before you do anymore damage
I checked your timeline, homie... Why you tweeting in Spanish?
I understand if this is what you gotta go through
But when you sober up I got some screenshots to show you
Grieves, bro, trust me
And you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through
It's four o'clock on a Sunday morning
Who the hell is calling my phone?
Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning
If you had any sense you'd leave me alone (oh)
Ooh! Ahh! *Click*
That's the angle
Ho, ho, she's gonna love that one
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