[Intro]
What ever happened to Mort Marcus or Satcha. how about Hugo Mittens or Elijah Smoothe or Alfonse Decree and Teddy Pasta a straight hair rasta with a bone straight weave that will bring you to your knees. Assuming they're all hot messes like me. Mm...who knows?
This is the time (x5)
[Verse 1]
Never thought I'd be this cold
Cuz of my life I've lost a hold
You can have it. It's yours, not mine
Cuz the only thing on my mind is...
[Chorus]
It's all of me what's born to be
Cuz what they say is not what it seems
Feel like I'm right but always wrong
Guess I just don't belong
[Post-Chorus]
Damn he's a hot mess. Damn he's a hot mess
Damn he's a hot mess. Damn he's a hot...
[Verse 3]
Can I have a drink? Don't wanna think
Cuz my outlook is on my enemy
Just wanna sleep cuz I miss the link
Between what I want and what's given to me
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus Variation]
Damn, he's a hot mess. (x16)
[Bridge]
My body aches. My mind's at rest
Thinking about every bad decision
Feel so alone. Don't have a home
But I'm part of a bigger mission
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus Variation]
Damn, he's a hot mess. (x16)
Sexy, sexy, sexy, sexy. (x4)
Damn, he's a hot mess. (x6)
Damn. The time....
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