Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ricci Paolo
Performer
Father Bobby Townsend
Performer
Michael Ricci
Performer
Garrett Fitzgerald
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Ricci
Songwriter
Garrett Fitzgerald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Father Bobby Townsend
Mixing Engineer
Garrett Fitzgerald
Producer
Lyrics
I'm a little drunk you're faded too
I'm just praying that nothing saves me
From this bottle of jack I call the truth
I cant do it with out you baby
Cause I know when your gone
I'll be all alone
Drinking on my own
Blowing your phone up
I went on the run
But when it's said and done
I know that I need you beside me
Im a little f*cked up
A little roughed up
At the bottom of the bottle its all tough luck
Ive made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
If you call my phone to say your done
Ima drown my sorrows in styrofoam cups
Ive made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
Now it's too much jack in my cup and it don't feel right
Too much smoke in my lungs but you're the real high
I can't seem to get you off of my mind
I can't let you go
Oh no
Every single night
A bottle to my right
Could never replace you being by my side
The problems in my life
Are better over ice
I don't want none of this without you
I'm a little f*cked up
A little roughed up
At the bottom of the bottle its all tough luck
Ive made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
If you call my phone to say your done
Im'a drown my sorrows in styrofoam cups
I made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
I'm a little f*cked up
A little roughed up
At the bottom of the bottle its all tough luck
I made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
If you call my phone to say your done
Im'a drown my sorrows in styrofoam cups
I made a hundred missed calls
I can't get drunk without you
Writer(s): Garrett Fitzgerald, Michael Ricci
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