Drunk Love
Your body on mine
Picture perfect, no Mona Lisa
Deep down inside
You know this arrangement's inconvenient
Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring (boring, boring)
Something about the way you move, I can't ignore it ('nore it, 'nore it)
What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me?
What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy?
These quickies are getting kind of long
It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong
You only holla when you're fucked up
But when you sober up you're stuck up
Only together when we're drunk love
You know me better, that ain't good enough
And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it
Tryna up your standards
You only holla when you're
(Hm, yeah)
Holla when you're fucked up
Yeah
All these late nights never take away the pain
I don't like the way you got me in rotation
You know we could never make it through the rain
In your paper plane
Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring
You know I'm right, but you still ignore it
What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me?
What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy?
These quickies are getting kind of long
It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong
You only holla when you're fucked up (up)
But when you sober up, you're stuck up (stuck up, baby)
Only together when we're drunk love
You know me better, that ain't good enough (good enough)
And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it
I'm tryna up your standards
You only holla when you're
(Hm, yeah)
Holla when you're fucked up (up)
(Good enough)
Picture perfect, no Mona Lisa
Deep down inside
You know this arrangement's inconvenient
Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring (boring, boring)
Something about the way you move, I can't ignore it ('nore it, 'nore it)
What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me?
What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy?
These quickies are getting kind of long
It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong
You only holla when you're fucked up
But when you sober up you're stuck up
Only together when we're drunk love
You know me better, that ain't good enough
And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it
Tryna up your standards
You only holla when you're
(Hm, yeah)
Holla when you're fucked up
Yeah
All these late nights never take away the pain
I don't like the way you got me in rotation
You know we could never make it through the rain
In your paper plane
Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring
You know I'm right, but you still ignore it
What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me?
What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy?
These quickies are getting kind of long
It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong
You only holla when you're fucked up (up)
But when you sober up, you're stuck up (stuck up, baby)
Only together when we're drunk love
You know me better, that ain't good enough (good enough)
And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it
I'm tryna up your standards
You only holla when you're
(Hm, yeah)
Holla when you're fucked up (up)
(Good enough)
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel James Warner, James Anderson, Ariowa Irosogie, Kevin Ekofo, Shankar Ravindan
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