Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunk Text, artist - RichLife DynastyDate of issue: 22.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Drunk Text |
| I still get |
| Drunk texts from my old chick |
| New clothes in my old whip |
| Cruising round this city like |
| I ain’t worried bout old shit |
| I know that you numbing your feelings |
| For real girl I know how you feeling |
| But you just keep hitting my line |
| I guess that you think this is healing you |
| You think that, everything should go your way |
| Cup full of sprite, so you mixed it with grape |
| You been out here exploring to cover the taste |
| I know that you wasted, I know that you hate me |
| To keep it one hundred girl you was my everything |
| That one in forever thing |
| I guess we just healing in different ways |
| Ok, know you blowing up my line every night |
| For a little bit of closure but |
| I been staying in the house, on the couch |
| Writing songs for a little bit of closure, so |
| I been missing your calls |
| Voicemails tell me how you feeling overall |
| Cause I know as soon as a young nigga pick up |
| I’ll get shot up just like the kids buying skittles |
| I’m over it all |
| Money doesn’t grow from trees |
| But maybe this is all we need |
| Money doesn’t grow from trees |
| But maybe this is |
| I still get |
| Drunk texts from my old chick |
| New clothes in my old whip |
| Cruising round this city like |
| I ain’t worried bout old shit |
| I know that you numbing your feelings |
| For real girl I know how you feeling |
| But you just keep hitting my line |
| I guess that you think this is healing you |
| I know that your momma don’t trust them niggas |
| Well now neither do you |
| After a mile, you wearing her shoes |
| And now just like your momma you turning to booze |
| Ok, I wanted to help |
| But your momma said she would kill me herself |
| If I ever came back |
| So I never came back |
| I hope that you understand that |
| Cause for real, I don’t understand it |
| Even when I try and stand back |
| This was never how I planned it |
| I hope that you understand that |
| Cause for real, I don’t understand that |
| Even when I try and stand back |
| This was never how I planned it |
| Money doesn’t grow on trees |
| But maybe this is all we need |
| Money doesn’t grow on trees |
| But maybe this is |
| I still get |
| Drunk texts from my old chick |
| New clothes in my old whip |
| Cruising round this city like |
| I ain’t worried bout old shit |
| I know that you numbing your feelings |
| For real girl i know how you feeling |
| But you just keep hitting my line |
| I guess that you think this is healing you |
| Money doesn’t grow on trees |
| But maybe this is all we need |
| Money doesn’t grow on trees |
| But maybe this is |