Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves Lyrics
| Song | Drunk Dial f. Murs & Grieves |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Strange Journey Volume Three |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Kno: | |
| It's four o-clock on a Sunday morning | |
| Who the hell is calling my phone? | |
| Waking me up I'm stretching and yawning | |
| If you had any sense you'd leave me alone | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 ‘fore 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 to rack | |
| Said her name was December than she sat on my lap | |
| "Merry Crimmuh" | |
| 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 fuck that is | |
| "Dennis is this!" | |
| Two middle fingers up | |
| "Dennis is this!" | |
| Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths | |
| Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! | |
| Cus I don’t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! | |
| Grieves: | |
| Ha, Yup, | |
| im aware it’s four in the morning | |
| but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny | |
| I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip | |
| Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it’s a bitch | |
| Mainly cuz 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 space 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 mailin’ | |
| Like "Hey bitch! How the hell 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 | |
| ha | |
| You broke my heart into like a million pieces | |
| So here’s another dim-litted picture of my penis | |
| Murs: | |
| Whoa! | |
| What the fuck is going on Grieves | |
| You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? | |
| Is that a picture of your...? | |
| I'ma pretend I didn't see that | |
| All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt...ohhhhh | |
| You had to much to drink again | |
| Whiskey & a cellphone ain't never gonna be your friend | |
| You booze you lose, homie you been warned | |
| You better off using your cellphone to watch porn | |
| Grab some lotion & a napkin | |
| Jack off off then pass out | |
| All these drunk texts'll have you fucked off and ass out | |
| I hope you black out before you do anymore damage | |
| I checked your timeline, homie...why you Tweetin 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 Grieves, bro...you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through |
| Kno: | |
| It' s four oclock on a Sunday morning | |
| Who the hell is calling my phone? | |
| Waking me up I' m stretching and yawning | |
| If you had any sense you' d leave me alone | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 ' fore 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 to rack | |
| Said her name was December than she sat on my lap | |
| " Merry Crimmuh" | |
| 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 fuck that is | |
| " Dennis is this!" | |
| Two middle fingers up | |
| " Dennis is this!" | |
| Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths | |
| Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! | |
| Cus I don' t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! | |
| Grieves: | |
| Ha, Yup, | |
| im aware it' s four in the morning | |
| but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny | |
| I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip | |
| Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it' s a bitch | |
| Mainly cuz 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 space 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 mailin' | |
| Like " Hey bitch! How the hell 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 | |
| ha | |
| You broke my heart into like a million pieces | |
| So here' s another dimlitted picture of my penis | |
| Murs: | |
| Whoa! | |
| What the fuck is going on Grieves | |
| You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? | |
| Is that a picture of your...? | |
| I' ma pretend I didn' t see that | |
| All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt... ohhhhh | |
| You had to much to drink again | |
| Whiskey a cellphone ain' t never gonna be your friend | |
| You booze you lose, homie you been warned | |
| You better off using your cellphone to watch porn | |
| Grab some lotion a napkin | |
| Jack off off then pass out | |
| All these drunk texts' ll have you fucked off and ass out | |
| I hope you black out before you do anymore damage | |
| I checked your timeline, homie... why you Tweetin 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 Grieves, bro... you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn' t go through |
| Kno: | |
| It' s four oclock on a Sunday morning | |
| Who the hell is calling my phone? | |
| Waking me up I' m stretching and yawning | |
| If you had any sense you' d leave me alone | |
| Natti: | |
| 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 ' fore 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 to rack | |
| Said her name was December than she sat on my lap | |
| " Merry Crimmuh" | |
| 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 fuck that is | |
| " Dennis is this!" | |
| Two middle fingers up | |
| " Dennis is this!" | |
| Dennis tab maxed out on titties and fifths | |
| Whoever the fuck Dennis, is Dennis is pissed! | |
| Cus I don' t think that dude we was drinking with was Dennis at all, fam! | |
| Grieves: | |
| Ha, Yup, | |
| im aware it' s four in the morning | |
| but I just wanna tell you im drunk and im kinda horny | |
| I know it gets annoying, but I been losing my grip | |
| Every woman I talk to I treat like a fair piss and it' s a bitch | |
| Mainly cuz 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 space 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 mailin' | |
| Like " Hey bitch! How the hell 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 | |
| ha | |
| You broke my heart into like a million pieces | |
| So here' s another dimlitted picture of my penis | |
| Murs: | |
| Whoa! | |
| What the fuck is going on Grieves | |
| You saved my number under the wrong name in your phone? | |
| Is that a picture of your...? | |
| I' ma pretend I didn' t see that | |
| All that rain got you suicidal up in Seatt... ohhhhh | |
| You had to much to drink again | |
| Whiskey a cellphone ain' t never gonna be your friend | |
| You booze you lose, homie you been warned | |
| You better off using your cellphone to watch porn | |
| Grab some lotion a napkin | |
| Jack off off then pass out | |
| All these drunk texts' ll have you fucked off and ass out | |
| I hope you black out before you do anymore damage | |
| I checked your timeline, homie... why you Tweetin 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 Grieves, bro... you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn' t go through |
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