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cunninlynguists - drunk dial كلمات الأغنية

[intro:]
operator, here’s my dime, connect me , please
i know that she’s at home!

hook:
it’s 4 o’clock on a sunday morning
who the h-ll is calling my phone?
waking me up i’m stretching and yawning, yeah, yeah
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 before my prints get back?
and they run ’em through the system and realize that i’m black
all i remember was the stripper, then i faded t …
said her name was december than she sat on my lap
‘merry christmas!’
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 f-ck that is? ‘dennis is this!’
two middle fingers up’ dennis is this!’
dennis tab maxed out on t-tties and fifths
whoever the f-ck dennis, is dennis is p-ssed!
cause i don’t think that dude we was drinking with was dennis at all, fam!

hook:
it’s 4 o’clock on a sunday morning
who the h-ll is calling my phone?
waking me up i’m stretching and yawning, yeah, yeah
if you had any sense you’d leave me alone.

huh, yeah!
i’m aware it’s 4 in the morning
but i just wanna tell you i’m drunk and i’m kinda h-rny
i know it gets annoying, but i been losing my grip
every woman i talk to i treat like a fair p-ss and it’s a b-tch.
mainly cause 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 sp-ce 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 mailing
like ‘hey b-tch, how the h-ll have you been?’
remember me?
we were dating and you slept with my friends!’
i just thought that i’d remind you in case you ever forget it
and train yourself to believe that you’re not a terrible wretch, huh!
you broke my heart into like a million pieces
so here’s another … picture of my p-n-s!
oh, what the f-ck is going on….
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 seattle!
you had too much to drink again!
whiskey and a cell phone ain’t never gonna be your friend!
you booze you lose, homie you been warned
you better off using your cellophane to watch p-rn
grab some lotion and a napkin
jack off, then p-ss out,
all these drunk texts’ll have you f-cked off and -ss out.
i hope you black out before you do anymore damage
i checked your timeline, homie, why you’re 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
and …, bro, trust me,
you gonna be h-lla happy that all of them texts didn’t go through!

hook:
it’s 4 o’clock on a sunday morning
who the h-ll is calling my phone?
waking me up i’m stretching and yawning, yeah, yeah
if you had any sense you’d leave me alone.

- cunninlynguists

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