drunk texting my ex
Why you always
Call me when you
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk? (Uh)
All my friends are (Ah)
Lookin' at me (Ah)
Like boy don't pick it up, up, up, up
Like a kiss from above (Ah), you're a star (Ah)
I know you told me that you hate me (Told me that you hate me)
But like where is my replacement?
You can fall through my arms (Through my arms)
I just hit you on your phone (Ah)
What's that song we used to love?
It go like "La-da-da, da-da-da"
Got me dancin' all alone in my room (Ah)
Now I'm singin' "La-da-da, da-da-da" (Ah)
I swear it sounded better with you-ooh (Ah)
No love, no hug, you basic
Take drugs, you been testin' my patience
Last night you was feelin amazin'
But all my thoughts like, "Why y'all wasted?" uh
Maybe I'm not ready for love
Like, maybe I'm a lil' pussy, beggin' too much
Got me questionin' my feelings, feelin' heavy for what?
Things faded, I remember I was tryna get cuffed, this not love
She want dick, don't want love
Every night that bitch at the club
Textin' drunk, you hittin me up
Every second fillin' yo cup
But fuck it, we ball
I'm gettin' bored, so fuck it, we call
I just hit you on your phone
What's that song we used to love?
It go like "La-da-da, da-da-da"
Got me dancin' all alone in my room (Ah)
Now I'm singin' "La-da-da, da-da-da" (Ah)
I swear it sounded better with you-ooh (Ah)
I just popped up on your feed
Like "Hello, what's up? Did you miss me?"
I enjoy when I live rent free
All I'm gonna say is, "Damn, couldn't be me," uh
'Cause I seen your little beach vacation
Captioned the pic, "Y'all, I'm white girl wasted"
I just gotta say it, girl, you still look amazin'
I be in the comments like, "Why y'all hatin'?"
Up all night waitin' for your text
I hit you back, guess it never sent
You're my type and I know my minds right
Said you're mine
But your mind said "Fine" after five of them fine wines
It's my bad 'cause you would never do it another way
Hit me up with "You up? What you doin'?" the other day
"Chillin'," but you already knew that
I hate it when you do that
I'm trying not to fall into your new trap
I could sky dive in your eyes
Blue like the dew on a pool in the night
Shit, honestly I'm cool, it's a vibe
I'm a little T'd up, but I'm good, we'll survive
I've been doin' better since you left
Feel like Bandgod CHXPO
Goddamn, God blessed me
Getting money like I'm supposed to do
I guess I'm drunk and I'm over you
So like, like, like, uh, what the fuck?
In my likes, you're my favorite post
Too many cars, no room at home
Take you to the concert, link up at the show
I just wanna know your lil' secrets, woah
We can look up at the stars
Take you on a trip, yeah, I'll take you right to Mars
Baby, I can't even lie, it's bizarre
Rolling down the street, Hollywood Boulevard
Call me when you
Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk, drunk? (Uh)
All my friends are (Ah)
Lookin' at me (Ah)
Like boy don't pick it up, up, up, up
Like a kiss from above (Ah), you're a star (Ah)
I know you told me that you hate me (Told me that you hate me)
But like where is my replacement?
You can fall through my arms (Through my arms)
I just hit you on your phone (Ah)
What's that song we used to love?
It go like "La-da-da, da-da-da"
Got me dancin' all alone in my room (Ah)
Now I'm singin' "La-da-da, da-da-da" (Ah)
I swear it sounded better with you-ooh (Ah)
No love, no hug, you basic
Take drugs, you been testin' my patience
Last night you was feelin amazin'
But all my thoughts like, "Why y'all wasted?" uh
Maybe I'm not ready for love
Like, maybe I'm a lil' pussy, beggin' too much
Got me questionin' my feelings, feelin' heavy for what?
Things faded, I remember I was tryna get cuffed, this not love
She want dick, don't want love
Every night that bitch at the club
Textin' drunk, you hittin me up
Every second fillin' yo cup
But fuck it, we ball
I'm gettin' bored, so fuck it, we call
I just hit you on your phone
What's that song we used to love?
It go like "La-da-da, da-da-da"
Got me dancin' all alone in my room (Ah)
Now I'm singin' "La-da-da, da-da-da" (Ah)
I swear it sounded better with you-ooh (Ah)
I just popped up on your feed
Like "Hello, what's up? Did you miss me?"
I enjoy when I live rent free
All I'm gonna say is, "Damn, couldn't be me," uh
'Cause I seen your little beach vacation
Captioned the pic, "Y'all, I'm white girl wasted"
I just gotta say it, girl, you still look amazin'
I be in the comments like, "Why y'all hatin'?"
Up all night waitin' for your text
I hit you back, guess it never sent
You're my type and I know my minds right
Said you're mine
But your mind said "Fine" after five of them fine wines
It's my bad 'cause you would never do it another way
Hit me up with "You up? What you doin'?" the other day
"Chillin'," but you already knew that
I hate it when you do that
I'm trying not to fall into your new trap
I could sky dive in your eyes
Blue like the dew on a pool in the night
Shit, honestly I'm cool, it's a vibe
I'm a little T'd up, but I'm good, we'll survive
I've been doin' better since you left
Feel like Bandgod CHXPO
Goddamn, God blessed me
Getting money like I'm supposed to do
I guess I'm drunk and I'm over you
So like, like, like, uh, what the fuck?
In my likes, you're my favorite post
Too many cars, no room at home
Take you to the concert, link up at the show
I just wanna know your lil' secrets, woah
We can look up at the stars
Take you on a trip, yeah, I'll take you right to Mars
Baby, I can't even lie, it's bizarre
Rolling down the street, Hollywood Boulevard
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Hodge, Gaspare Magaddino Iv, Adam Bernstein, Alexander Howell, Jacob Kollegian, Lucio Dominice
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