Said I’m all up in my feelings, doubled up on this shot
Got me feelin’ some type of way
Told you I hate you, I don’t mean it
And the only thing that I got
Is the pain that you’ve been feedin’
Faded, faded, faded, all because of you
Now my current situation
Tryin’ not to think of you, not to break the rules
Why this always happens when I get this way?
Just can’t stop myself
So baby, tonight
I’m blowin’ up your line
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight
So I’ll be
I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
I’m lookin’ at my phone thinkin’
“Am I gonna hit send or nah?”
It’s gonna be one of them mornings when I wake up and regret it
If I don’t get no reply
I don’t wanna make it obvious that I’m faded, faded, faded off a drink or two
And you know how it goes, this ain’t nothin’ new
Why’s it always happen when I get this way?
No, I just can’t stop myself
So baby, tonight (Yeah)
I’m blowin’ up your line (Oh yeah)
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight
So I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Hey)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Girl, I’m drunk textin’)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Oh-oh)
Intoxicated, intoxicated
That’s when I think of you the most
But after the toast, anything goes
When I put my pride aside
I’ll be doing the most, doing the most
I done spent 1, 2, 3 AM, thinkin’ about you
Don’t wanna be without you ’cause I’m on that liquid courage
I hope this shit is worth it ’cause if it ain’t then it’s all bad, all bad
So baby, tonight
I’m blowin’ up your line (I’m blowin’ up your phone)
I got you on my mind (Whoa-oh)
And the truth is hard to fight (Yeah)
So I’ll be (I’ll be)
I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Ooh-ooh)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I’ll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (‘Cause I’m fucked up right now)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
If by chance you’re layin’ next to someone else right now
Girl, I
I-I-I hope it’s the worst sex ever
Yeah, yeah
Hope it’s the worst sex ever
Late-Night Emotions: An Honest Confession
“Drunk Texting” by Chris Brown captures the vulnerability that comes out when inhibitions are lowered and feelings take center stage. The lyrics dive deep into the inner turmoil of wanting to reach out to someone you miss, despite knowing you might regret it in the morning. Brown’s honest narrative about battling pride, regret, and longing is delivered through a relatable lens: the act of sending impulsive messages while intoxicated. The repeated confessions and admissions of weakness reveal a raw, real human experience—one where love, pain, and regret collide under the influence. In the song, late-night calls and messages become a way to express emotions that are otherwise kept hidden, making the track resonate with anyone who’s ever found themselves in similar shoes.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: 2014
- Label: RCA Records
- Songwriters: Chris Brown, Amber Streeter, Jean Baptiste, Diplo, Ty Dolla $ign, Mark Batson, Steven Marsden