Hungover Songtext
von Wynne

Just come over
I wan′ get hung over you
When I'm sober
You know what to do
Just get closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer yeah
Just get closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer yeah


Closer like my goals are since I tried to cut you off
My bed got kinda roomy but we treat it like its small
Sorry if its last minute I ditched my friends back at the bar, baby
Cuz they don′t like you, and I like that
Cuz it's more fun when its wrong
I'm in trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble...
Treat me like it
I′m gonna go put on Rim Shot yeah
I need a big dog yeah
Can you be my pit stop yeah
Hit it then get lost yeah
Sounding like Rick Ross yeah
You fuck in your wristwatch yeah
I pop it like flip flops for you
Backwards like Kriss Kross yeah
Just come over
You getting 4 leaf clover tonight
And I′m sick of jokers
I need a king in my life
Cuz I been putting days in long
And stringing your ass along
Don't act like you don′t know it
You like it
It shows in your eyes when you uh
On my ah ah
Don't you know if I say I′mma hold my own
I hold it down, it needs no intro, uh
I ain't gonna lie
I let the neighbors know your name
Yeah yeah

Just come over
I wan′ get hung over you
When I'm sober
You know what to do
Just get closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer yeah
Just get closer, closer, closer
Closer, closer yeah