Drunk Dial

[Intro] Operator here's my dime Connect me please I know that she's at home [Hook: 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 [Verse 1: 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! [Hook: Kno] [Verse 2: 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 [Verse 3: 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 and 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 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 Grieves, bro trust me And you gonna be hella happy that all of them texts didn't go through [Hook: Kno] [Outro: Grieves] Ooh! Ahh! That's the angle *click* She's gonna love that one