Drunk Love

Your body on mine Picture perfect, no Mona Lisa Deep down inside You know this arrangement's inconvenient Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring (boring, boring) Something about the way you move, I can't ignore it ('nore it, 'nore it) What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me? What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy? These quickies are getting kind of long It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong You only holla when you're fucked up But when you sober up you're stuck up Only together when we're drunk love You know me better, that ain't good enough And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it Tryna up your standards You only holla when you're (Hm, yeah) Holla when you're fucked up Yeah All these late nights never take away the pain I don't like the way you got me in rotation You know we could never make it through the rain In your paper plane Don't lie to yourself, it's getting boring You know I'm right, but you still ignore it What is it 'bout the whiskey that makes you miss me? What makes you wanna hit me when you're tipsy? These quickies are getting kind of long It's so fun, but I think it's kind of wrong You only holla when you're fucked up (up) But when you sober up, you're stuck up (stuck up, baby) Only together when we're drunk love You know me better, that ain't good enough (good enough) And that's a nasty habit, let me unpack it I'm tryna up your standards You only holla when you're (Hm, yeah) Holla when you're fucked up (up) (Good enough)