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
Something about the way you move, I can’t 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 kinda long
It’s so fun, but I think it’s kinda wrong
You only holla when you fucked up
But when you sober up, you stuck up
Only together when we’re drunk love
You know me better, that ain’t good enough
That’s a nasty habit
Let me unpack it
Tryna up your standards
You only holla when you
Yeah
Holla when you fucked up
All these late nights never take away the pain
I don’t like the way you got me in rotation
You know we can 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, yeah, yeah
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 kinda long
It’s so fun, but I think it’s kinda wrong
You only holla when you fucked up
But when you sober up, you 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
Yeah
Holla when you fucked up
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