Drunk Dialing...Lodt

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 [A7would argue always, do me wrong, oh
But it made me wanna call [Em]you [A7like [F]I'm on [C7]one and [Bm]I want some
And I need you [A7to [C7]come over (oh no, I)

Too much Patɾón'll have you [A7callin' his ρhone
Or have you [A7wantin' some more, have you [A7wantin' some more
Too much Patɾón'll have you [A7callin' his ρhone
Have you [A7wantin' some more

Oh, damn

Boy, you [A7know I, I, I love you
Oh, with everything you [A7do (yeah yeah)
And I just can't quite understand [Bm]it
But love makes sense of you [A7(yeah yeah)
'Cause I love you [A7but I know I wouldn't wanna wait
For your heart to [C7]finally see me through
And I'd love for [Dm7]you [A7to, to, to
Yeah, said I