Gavin Adcock - Drunk Calls lyrics
[Gavin Adcock - Drunk Calls lyrics]
Yeah the clock struck 12
And the text went through
It ain't up to me, girl it's all up to you
I should just say no and just get some rest
But that ain't like me baby
You know me the best
During the week we fuss and fight
Now you're going out with your friends
They all hate the thought of my name
And they beg you not to do it again
But when you drink tequila
And your lonesome heart just stalls
I'll be waiting up on your drunk calls
When I sent that text
I really wished you best
I just wish you'd call me
So we can get it off our chest
Talk about the past talk about what's new
Talk about thе old us
And what the hell we turnеd into
During the week we fuss and fight
Now you're going out with your friends
They all hate the thought of my name
And they beg you not to do it again
But when you drink tequila
And your lonesome heart just stalls
I'll be waiting up on your drunk calls
Well, I'm at this bar bout to go right home
I'ma hold this chair down
Pull your name up on my phone
Yeah, it's been some time
And you're probably gone
Found yourself a new man
And I sure bet y'all get along
We don't talk to fuss and fight
Now I'm going out with my friends
They all hate the thought of your name
And they beg me not to do it again
But when I'm drinking whiskey
And I run my fist through the wall
I hope, you're waiting up on my drunk call
And the text went through
It ain't up to me, girl it's all up to you
I should just say no and just get some rest
But that ain't like me baby
You know me the best
During the week we fuss and fight
Now you're going out with your friends
They all hate the thought of my name
And they beg you not to do it again
But when you drink tequila
And your lonesome heart just stalls
I'll be waiting up on your drunk calls
When I sent that text
I really wished you best
I just wish you'd call me
So we can get it off our chest
Talk about the past talk about what's new
Talk about thе old us
And what the hell we turnеd into
During the week we fuss and fight
Now you're going out with your friends
They all hate the thought of my name
And they beg you not to do it again
But when you drink tequila
And your lonesome heart just stalls
I'll be waiting up on your drunk calls
Well, I'm at this bar bout to go right home
I'ma hold this chair down
Pull your name up on my phone
Yeah, it's been some time
And you're probably gone
Found yourself a new man
And I sure bet y'all get along
We don't talk to fuss and fight
Now I'm going out with my friends
They all hate the thought of your name
And they beg me not to do it again
But when I'm drinking whiskey
And I run my fist through the wall
I hope, you're waiting up on my drunk call