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Artist: Marty Grimes
Canonical path: /marty-grimes/wishin
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Wishin
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Wishin
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Wishin I could tell you how I really feel
On a late-night yeah-yeah
On a late-night
But it ain't right yeah
I use to get drunk and call you
I use to get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Just to have an excuse
I would always get drunk and call you
Always get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Ain't that the truth
2 a.m off 2 much makers
Would level out but can't find my papers
The party is over and the thotties left
Room full of smoke, alcohol split, burnt joint tips
I love when it's going
I hate it when it stops
It's like everything stops and you are my only thought
Wishin I had you at my spot
Yeah Chasin tail is fun but when it's all said and done
You are the only one and I became the lonely one
Till I find one that owe me one then she show me something
Then I never open up
Till I drink again and call you up
Spillen my guts sayin I love plus
You know my and you ain't never argued once
So why can't we take a chance on us?
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Wishin I could tell you how I really feel
On a late-night yeah-yeah
On a late-night
But it ain't right yeah
I use to get drunk and call you
I use to get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Just to have an excuse
I would always get drunk and call you
Always get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Ain't that the truth
You the only one that's get the best of me
You use to call me for the late stress relief
I know I know you say you got a new friend
I know I know you never need my 2 cents
Mhn mhn you know I'm gone respect it
Till I start Sippen and forget the message
Then send her a text message like I'll never learn my lesson
I don't know why it's easier when I'm faded
My thoughts always getting jaded
My memories so persuasive for you
Really I just start thinking about you naked
And how good you use to take it
Way too real ain't no fakin in you
You the real reason I don't like to run around
Cuz If you know half I've done you might not come around
It's like I changed when the sun is down
All the ladies call when you come in town
Wishin I could tell you how I really feel
On a late-night yeah-yeah
On a late-night
But it ain't right yeah
I use to get drunk and call you
I use to get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Just to have an excuse
I would always get drunk and call you
Always get drunk and call you
Just to have an excuse
(I did)
Ain't that the truth
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