Drunk Dialing...LODT - Summer Walker

It’s 3:34 and I don’t need no more

You can call it what you want, but I’ma call it dumb

Too much liquor known to make you call a nigga

And I done had too much

Which is givin' me excuses to

Make me think I want you when I don’t and I know this

Know that you a dog, you always do me wrong, oh

But it made me wanna call you like I’m on one and I want some

And I need you to come over (Oh no, ah)

Too much Patrón'll have you callin' his phone or

Have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more

Too much Patrón'll have you callin' his phone or

Have you wantin' some more

Oh, damn

Boy, you know I, I, I love you

Oh, with everything you do, eh-eh

And I just can’t quite understand it

But love makes sense of you (Yeah, eh)

'Cause I love you, but I know I wouldn’t wanna wait

For your heart to finally see me through

And I’d love for you, do-do-do

Yeah, said I