Drunk Dialing...LODT

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 ****

And I done had too much

Which is giving 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 make me wanna call you

Like I'm on one and I want some

And I need to you to come over

Too much Patrón will have you

Calling his phone

Or have you wanting some more

Have you wanting some more, word

Too much Patrón will have you

Calling his phone

Have you wanting some more

Oh, damn

Boy, you know I-I-I love you

Boy, with everything you do, aye-aye

And I just can't quite understand it

But love makes sense of you, yeah-aye

'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