Partied all night now its 10 in the mornin’
Partied all flight, stewardess kept pourin’
Louie Armstrong , finally landed in New Orleans
Turn on my old 504, already someone callin’
'09 summer girl – what it do Nicole?
She was my main southern girl, the year we won the Superbowl
Heard I’m town, she got some champagne
She wanna relive the night we won the game
Hook:
Buzz buzz, that’s the text, text
4:30am you know what’s next
Goddamn, tomorrow be a mess, mess
But tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my
Consigliere hollas at me, time to ride out
Been in the lab for days, tonight we wil out
Hit the spot, homie told me he seen my shawty from Toronto
Which one? This one, comin’ over with our bottles
She ask for my number, she been... wantin’ to holla
She moved down here, tryna make it as a model
Been a couple years, I forgot her middle name
Yeah it’s been a couple years, but her body feel the same
Hook:
Buzz buzz, that’s the text, text
4:30am you know what’s next
Goddamn, tomorrow be a mess, mess
But tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my
Real talk time now, follow my philosophy
Forward not reverse, but I’m guilty of hypocrisy
Practice what I preach, never fall back
This ain’t about nostalgia, I’m just telling y’all the facts
Broke that rule, return to exodus
Broke that rule, happens to the best of us
Sometimes you feel sympathy, sometimes you feel lazy
Sometimes you get too wasted to remember she was crazy
Hook:
Buzz buzz, that’s the text, text
4:30am you know what’s next
Goddamn, tomorrow be a mess, mess
But tonight, tonight, tonight
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my ex, ex, ex
I’m fuckin’ with my
