Drunk Calling - Intellectual

[VERSE 1]

Sunrise be rising right outside my window

(Outside my window)

‘Member we stayed up late sippin’ a tinto?

(Sippin’ a tinto)

I don't wanna sleep if you ain’t next to me, no

(Ain’t next to me, no)

I don’t wanna wake up to an empty white pillow

(Empty white pillow)

[VERSE 2]

These clocks keep on turning my heart way colder

People like to hang their shit all over my shoulders

I'm not just as sweet as you knew me baby, I'm colder

But you told me 'See you next summer'

So are you coming over?

[HOOK]

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Sorry I’m calling you this late

But I missed the feeling

I’m drinking shot after shot

After shot after shot

Drunk and I’m drunk

And I’m drunk in your love

Shot after shot

After shot after shot, I

Baby, come on now

And pick up the phone, ah

[POST HOOK]

Baby, come on now and pick up the phone, ah

[VERSE 3]

Girl I’m feeling silly, yelling shit to the speaker

(Shit to the speaker)

Drinking by the bottle, might end dancing to Thriller

(Dancing to Thriller)

[VERSE 4]

All you wanna do is watch me lose control

Quit playing these child games, I know that you're home

My battery and my patience really, really running low

I've never been a Romeo, got the worst luck for love

Baby they all want me dead

Cannot longer stay

Proving shit to nobody, nobody but myself

Is it summer yet? So much more ahead

Antar season has started

These haters they aiming at my head

[HOOK]

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Sorry I’m calling you this late

But I missed the feeling

I’m drinking shot after shot

After shot after shot

Drunk and I’m drunk

And I’m drunk in your love

It’s shot after shot

After shot after shot, I

Baby, come on now

And pick up the phone, ah

[BRIDGE]

Shot after shot after shot after shot

Pick up the phone, babeeeyyyy!

[HOOK x2]

Are you there?

Can you hear me?

Sorry I’m calling you this late

But I missed the feeling

I’m drinking shot after shot

After shot after shot

Drunk and I’m drunk

And I’m drunk in your love

It’s shot after shot

After shot after shot, I

Baby, come on now

And pick up the phone, ah