Hot Mess

Josh Cumbee, ILana Armida, Alex Kinsey

[Verse 1]
Still got stains on my shirt
From last night's rosé
Say you can't find your skirt
Did you check the hallway?
Kitchen? The backseat of my whip?

[Pre-Chorus]
I know every time we, we call it quits
I come crawling, falling into your hips (Hot damn)
Can't get you off my chest

[Chorus]
We're just a hot mess
You keep burning me, I keep burning for you
In that red dress
We know better but don't feel bad about it
Every night is a head turner, toes curling
Go 'til the morning, 'til we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess

[Verse 2]
Sweet-talking smile
Brings a man to his knees
Got so much to admire
And it's wasted on me
Listen, you know my position

[Pre-Chorus]
Now, every time we, we call it quits
I come crawling, falling into your hips (Hot damn)
We'll live in the back of my head

[Chorus]
We're just a hot mess
You keep burning me, I keep burning for you
In that red dress
We know better but don't feel bad about it
Every night is a head turner, toes curling
Go 'til the morning, 'til we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess

[Bridge]
It's barely been 48 hours since we called it quits
Using, abusing each other for benefits, but never friends
I still got you on my special dial, I still got you

[Chorus]
We're just a hot mess
You keep burning me, I keep burning for you
In that red dress
We know better but don't feel bad about it
Every night is a head turner, toes curling
Go 'til the morning, 'til we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess

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