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Alex Kinsey
Alex Kinsey
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Kinsey
Alex Kinsey
Songwriter
Ilana Armida
Ilana Armida
Songwriter
Josh Cumbee
Josh Cumbee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Cumbee
Josh Cumbee
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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