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 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'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 (boring, 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 (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)