Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the club the night
To, you know, dance my bitches
That guy was again
like
I'm sorry for what I last weekend
I told him I mind, which was a lie
But I was equally
And I didn't want to
It was a drunk text
In my head I was writing a of us
Behind my eyes, I was for
Things my lips never ask
And my kept pouring
Desperate of random intent
He asked me if he could me later
After the
He me another shot of vodka
And I say,

I'm on the dance when I get a text from Adam
I'm too lazy to type, so I him a photo I took up a dancer's skirt
And him to come and get it
Not realizing what I had said
on, she comes up to me
Holds up her screaming at me and I say
I'm sorry, it was just a text

I should've they knew each other
No one is in the twitter sphere anymore
You take the sex, and mix it with texting
It's called
When you add drunk
The words don't make sense

a hot mess of misspelled obscenities,
Body parts, run on
I'm not sure what it to ask