Lyrics Middle of the Night (feat. Brianna Harness) - Brianna Harness , Upchurch

In the middle of the night
I won't call your phone
In the middle of the night
(In the middle of the night)

One man, Mötley Crüe with these girls, girls, girls
Ain't my fault they string me 'long like some pearls, pearls, pearls
And my heart too big I wanna love, love, love
But I end up hating me even more, more, more
Then I end up downtown in a twin turbo horse
Revving up my engine at some Broadway girls
And say, "You wanna skrrt some curves?"
I'm local to all gas and the heartbreak hurts

I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night
Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie
I ain't gonna think about you with another man
Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby
I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots
Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose
Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life
'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night

In the middle of the night (in the middle of the night)
I won't call your phone (I won't call your phone)
In the middle of the night (in the middle of the night)

I'm a backwoods bandit, some don't understand it
I'm a star because the stars, a truck bed and a blanket
Ladies love me 'cause my accent and I'm crazy
They go out in skirts, I offer outskirts and danger

Hard pourin' rain, good thing I'm no stranger
Cruising through Music City with one in the chamber
Too wild to tame, too lone to stray
Living too fast to be anybody's second place

I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night
Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie
I ain't gonna think about you with another man
Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby
I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots
Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose
Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life
'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night

Don't try to call my phone in the middle of the night
If I ain't with you in the morning, don't hit me when the moon's bright
I've been riding around the city in my Mustang
Thinking 'bout how you and me could be a thing
I couldn't hear you over my exhaust when you called
With the shit you put me through, I don't think we can resolve
I ain't no Broadway girl, baby, yeah, don't get that shit twisted
I keep a nine on my hip in case these bitches start tripping

I ain't gonna call your phone in the middle of the night
Needing conversation like it's some kinda lie
I ain't gonna think about you with another man
Dancing downtown to some replay jams, nah, baby
I ain't gonna trip 'cause I only wear boots
Save the cowboy hats for the tourists getting loose
Don't worry 'bout me messing with your weekend life
'Cause I won't call your phone in the middle of the night

In the middle of the night
I won't call your phone
In the middle of the night