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 nigga
And I done had too much
Which is givin' me excuses to
Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this
Know that you would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some
And I need you to come over (oh no, I)
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more
Oh, damn
Boy, you know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you do (yeah ayy)
And I just can't quite understand it
But love makes sense of you (yeah ayy)
'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 to, to, to
Yeah, said I
Drunk Dialing...LODT Video (MV)
Performed By: Summer Walker
From Album: Over It
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: Aubrey Robinson, Cameron Griffin, Kendall Roark Baily, Kevin Richardson, London Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Year: 2019
Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT Lyrics
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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 nigga
And I done had too much
Which is givin' me excuses to
Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this
Know that you would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some
And I need you to come over (oh no, I)
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more
Oh, damn
Boy, you know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you do (yeah ayy)
And I just can't quite understand it
But love makes sense of you (yeah ayy)
'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 to, to, to
Yeah, said I
You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it dumb
Too much liquor known to make you call a nigga
And I done had too much
Which is givin' me excuses to
Make me think I want you when I don't and I know this
Know that you would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call you like I'm on one and I want some
And I need you to come over (oh no, I)
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more, have you wantin' some more
Too much Patron'll have you callin' his phone
Or have you wantin' some more
Oh, damn
Boy, you know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you do (yeah ayy)
And I just can't quite understand it
But love makes sense of you (yeah ayy)
'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 to, to, to
Yeah, said I
Writer: Aubrey Robinson, Cameron Griffin, Kendall Roark Baily, Kevin Richardson, London Holmes, Summer Marjani Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
