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jeuse kastoan - d.t., pt. ii lyrics

[chrous]
a little drinkin now and i’m drunk textin, textin, textin, textin
and i don’t think i’ll ever learn my lesson, lesson, lesson, lesson

[verse: lenny rockets}
lol smiley face come over to my place
man, what the f+ck am i thinkin
henny with the goose, what the f+ck i’ve been drinkin
weed about to sink in got my eyes sinkin, yea
and my functions all mixed up
and all these fat asses got me wantin to get my f+ckin d+ck sucked
sh+t, so i’ma send a text to my faves
and hope there ain’t no mix up with a couple names
i texted a couple of dames, play a couple of games
but i never switch it up so don’t compare me to lames
last name james, first name rick
five fingers on her head with my pants unzipped, haha
classic guy who likes nasty girls
and words got em drippin somethin like a jeri curl
only go for girls who ain’t gotta be x’d in
ask me about me in the morning i’ma blame my drunk textin

[chrous]
a little drinkin now and i’m drunk textin, textin, textin, textin
and i don’t think i’ll ever learn my lesson, lesson, lesson, lesson
a little drinkin now and i’m drunk textin, textin, textin, textin
and i don’t think i’ll ever learn my lesson, lesson, lesson, lesson
[verse: jeuse kastoan]
now i must admit i’m a victim
of textin while the svedkas in my system
told her how i feel h+ll yea that’s lame as h+ll
but nowadays they all wanna be my gal, eh
game is right, huh
smile got em hype, huh
charm got a smile, huh
you love my style, huh
remember they wouldn’t connect like cables
now they on all fours like legs on a table
maple syrup, honey think i’m sweet
even sending messages when we can’t even speak
to this winner l.i. must be her romeo, wait
got a new message she says i’m the only one, yea
i soak that in as another message sends
tellin ol girl that this chick here is just a friend
like mario she looks like rosario dawson
and often i’m strokin her call it golfin

[breakdown]
someone please get my phone phone phone phone
i, can’t seem to leave her alone lone lone lone
i, tell me what the h+ll was i thinkin thinkin thinkin thinkin
i can’t even think of a reason reason reason reason

[verse: birdie b]
oh no i done messed up
got more than a little drunk
in the g1 textin junk
but its quite funny
cause the smart was playing dummy
either way through the games, i’m getting money
cause i gotta keep my phone on
so the saga of the drunk text lives on
never turn the swag down, that would be h+lla cruel
i’m ahead of my class that’s why i ace my way around you
demanded like lunch, i’m way to much to clutch
but i’m in the clutch city yet and still
no ones giving it quite real like me
cause the drunk text gives off the intellectual, wise
but heavily clever
showtime like mayweather
1 to 10, yeap we outta here
and i’m a world series type of champ
and when i laid this i had on my yankee hat, uh
[breakdown]
someone please get my phone phone phone phone
i, can’t seem to leave her alone lone lone lone
i, tell me what the h+ll was i thinkin thinkin thinkin thinkin
i can’t even think of a reason reason reason reason

- jeuse kastoan lyrics

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