HOTHEADED Lyrics

Jerry, it's your house. Whatever you say it is, is how it is, but I think a blind man can see that Beth is looking for the door

I barely have a reason to care, and even I notice

I've been stuck on you. I've been falling in love with the thought of you

Ain't no contemplating

You the girl I want, ain't no debating

Sick of masturbating

You got a shirt that says you a masturbator

I don't wanna fall for the bait

I don't wanna find out if my love fake

You my sense and my pride

You the shit that makes me smile sometimes

We ain't even kiss FaceTime

Call you every now and then

Every time I do, I feel like him

Feel like butterflies in my stomach filled to the brim

Fuck what I said

Past is the present, and I'm living all alone without you in my sentence

I'm bout' that real shit

Cop a bitch a new teal skirt

Long nose, but I'm still a real kid

Real kid who still feel shit

Robots cannot feel shit

You messing with the thermostat?

When you in the room, it's hot as fuck, and the sun ain't come, yo, I did

Edgy on the track, nah, not when we in person

When you not looking my way, girl, deep inside, know I'm hurting

I don't wanna fall for a fake I just wanna know if my love real, and it's not fake

Throwing hands, not for debate

Fighting for the fun of it

I'm a dumb kid who just need loving

Loving from a person who could feel shit

Not no homie constantly commenting

Yo, that's real shit

I need help, Real shit

I need people to deal with

I need someone I can trust who can back me up when I feel shit

Not no fucking fan of me

I'm glad y'all fucking fans of me

When we in the halls, you passing me

You ducking, I feel like you fucking with me

When I'm gonna make that move?

I don't know, bitch, just move

I don't need auto-tune. When I'm in the room, I bring the flame

Smoking that Persian fume

Cuban cigarette and my bitch so high

Say she reeling she could see the light

I had days and darkest nights

This my crazy state of mind

Dropping pieces like Mozart

My ego on top now

All my old friends a part of me

Sorry, I can't be held down

Me, myself, and I

Locked in a room, trying to pick the pieces up

writing my bars, I'm cheesing, bruh

Finna drop heat for the season, yuh

Why you booing me? I'm right