It's 3.34 and I don't need no more You can call it what you want, but I'ma call it dumb Too much liquor, know to make you call a n***a And I didn't have too much Witches giving me excuses to make me think I want you when I don't And I know this, know that you a thug, you always do me wrong But it make me wanna call you like I'm on one And I want some and I need you to come over I know Too much Patrona, have you calling his phone Or have you gone as I'm on, have you gone as I'm on Too much Patrona, have you calling his phone Or have you gone as I'm on Oh, damn Boy, you know I love you Oh, with everything you do And I just can't quite understand it But love makes sense of you Cause I love you, but I know I wouldn't wanna wait For your heart to finally see me through And I love for you Yes, it I Yes, it I