Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Kinsey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Kinsey
Songwriter
Ilana Armida
Songwriter
Josh Cumbee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Cumbee
Producer
Lyrics
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?
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
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 till the morning till we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess
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
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 bed
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 till the morning till we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess
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 speed dial
I still got you
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 till the morning till we can't be friends
We're just a hot mess
Writer(s): Palmer Lee, Baylor Wilson, Julia Cole
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