This whiskey got me feelin' pretty
So pardon if I'm impolite
I just really need your ass with me
I'm sorry 'bout the other night
And I know I could be more creative
And come up with poetic lines
But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you"
Is the only thing that's in my mindYou take me higher, higher than I've ever been, babe
Just come over, let's pour a drink, babe
I hope I ain't calling you too late, too late
You light my fire
Let's stay up late and smoke a J
I wanna go back to the old way
But I'm drunk and still with a full ash tray
With a little bit too much to say
Songwriters
BADRILLA BOURELLY, ERNEST WILSON, JAMES FAUNTLEROY, JERRY BUTLER, KENNY GAMBLE, LEON HUFF, ROBYN FENTYPublished by
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