Dial Drunk(Explicit)-Noah Kahan&Post Malone.mp3

Dial Drunk (Explicit) - Noah Kahan/Post Malone
Lyrics by：Noah Kahan/Noah Levine/Austin Post
Composed by：Noah Kahan/Noah Levine/Austin Post
Produced by：Gabe Simon/Noah Kahan
I'm rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
So I ain't taking any fault
Am I honest still
Am I half the man I used to be
I doubt it forget about it whatever
And the dial tone is all I have
I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young drunk and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk I'll die a drunk I'll die for you
I'll die
Drinks pourin' couldn't stop it
Turn another slow dance into a mosh pit
Tuck my head then I heard the lock and
Told them that my first car was a Crown Vic
Talkin' 'bout last time I was in the back of a cop car
I fell in love
And my face on the cold window
Try to sober back up and loosen my cuffs
And it's all the same anyway
Mm I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young drunk and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio
I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk I'll die a drunk I'd die for you
Well I'd die for you
I beg you sir just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith I'll praise the flag
Let's wait I swear she'll call me back
Oh son are you a danger to yourself
Well **** that sir just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
Ooh
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith I'll kiss the badge
Let's wait I swear she'll call me back
Ooh
Son why do you do this to yourself
And I said
"I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown ah
In the name of someone I no longer know
I no longer know
For the shame of being young drunk and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio ah
I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up
I dial drunk I'll die a drunk I'd die for you"