Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the club the other
To, you know, with my bitches
That guy was there
like
I'm sorry for what I said weekend
I told him I mind, which was a lie
But I was sorry
And I didn't want to
It was a drunk text
In my head I was a fiction of us
Behind my eyes, I was for
Things my lips could ask
And my kept pouring
Desperate clauses of random
He asked me if he could text me
After the
He hands me shot of vodka
And I say,

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

I should've known they knew other
No one is in the twitter sphere anymore
You the word sex, and mix it with texting
It's sexting
you add drunk sexting
The words just make sense

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