Middle of the Night (feat. Brianna Harness)

In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night (In the middle of the night) One man, Mötley Crüe with these girls, girls, girls Ain't my fault they string me 'long like some pearls, pearls, pearls And my heart too big I wanna love, love, love But I end up hating me even more, more, more Then I end up downtown in a twin turbo horse Revving up my engine at some Broadway girls And say, "You wanna skrrt some curves?" I'm local to all gas and the heartbreak hurts I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life 'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night (in the middle of the night) I won't call your phone (I won't call your phone) In the middle of the night (in the middle of the night) I'm a backwoods bandit, some don't understand it I'm a star because the stars, a truck bed and a blanket Ladies love me 'cause my accent and I'm crazy They go out in skirts, I offer outskirts and danger Hard pourin' rain, good thing I'm no stranger Cruising through Music City with one in the chamber Too wild to tame, too lone to stray Living too fast to be anybody's second place I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life 'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night Don't try to call my phone in the middle of the night If I ain't with you in the morning, don't hit me when the moon's bright I've been riding around the city in my Mustang Thinking 'bout how you and me could be a thing I couldn't hear you over my exhaust when you called With the shit you put me through, I don't think we can resolve I ain't no Broadway girl, baby, yeah, don't get that shit twisted I keep a nine on my hip in case these bitches start tripping I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie I ain't gonna think about you with another man Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life 'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night In the middle of the night I won't call your phone In the middle of the night