Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I out to the club the other night,
to, you know, with my bitches,
that guy was again,
he's like, i'm sorry for what i said weekend,
i him i didn't mind,
was a lie,
but i was sorry,
and i want to apologize,
it was a drunk text,
in my i was writing a fiction of us,
my eyes,
i was begging for things my lips never ask,
but my mouth kept pouring clauses of random intent,
he asked me if he can me later,
the club,
he hands me another of vodka,
and i say, sure.
i'm on the dancefloor when i get a text Adam,
i'm too lazy to type so i send a photo i took up a skirt,
him to come get it,
not realising i had just said,
on he comes up to me, holds up her phone, screaming at me,
and i say, i'm sorry, it was a drunk text,
i should have known they eachother,
no-one is in the twiitersphere anymore,
if you take the word sex and mix it texting, it's called sexting,
you add drunk sexting, the words just don't make any sense,
it's a hot mess of misfailed obscenities, body parts and questions,
i'm not what he means to ask,
i get a text from my friend,
she's upstairs getting service,
she's like, guy wants me to wet your lips with his bottle,
he wants me to bring more up, like some kind of pimp,
are you f*cking me?
it's just another moment and one reply can lead to the walk of shame,
i'll be damned if i end up in lame diner after this,
last nights in my purse,
it was just a text,
it was a drunk text,
this is the last time i'll drink and text,
it was a drunk text,
it was just a text.