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Hot Mess

Shamir

Ratchet


What ever happened to Mort Marcus
or Satcha
How about Hugo Mittens
or Elijah Smoothe
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)

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

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

Damn he's a hot mess. Damn he's a hot mess
Damn he's a hot mess. Damn he's a hot

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

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

Damn, he's a hot mess. (x16)

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

It's all of me what's born to be
'Cause what they say is not what it seems
Feel like I'm right but always wrong
Guess I just don't belong

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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