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