Hotshot

(Um, ha, yea)
This is not what it looks like, your honor
I might've been unkind
But I'm not a crook, everything is 'bout the book
When I'm present in mind

He got the better of my sanity when
He put the pressure on my vanity
Coming at me overbearing, he daringly
Summoned up the nerve to look at me and say

Oh, girl, don't tell me the issue
Lord knows it's a cold world, but nobody asked you
Now, if you just sit tight, I'll put your head on right
You're gonna see the light

He thinks he's a hotshot, and it got in my way
I wasn't really trying to fight today
But if I don't run my mouth, it looks like I got nothing to say
So can I get a little, get a little more grace?
I'm making trouble and I'm struggling to save face
And then my cover blows and colors show
I know how the story goes
You'll put me back in my place
(You're only like in my equation)

I really at fault now, your honor?
Since when is caring a crime?
It was impolite, but it would've come out right
If I'd taken my time

See, it grates me, irritates me
To see somebody thinking he can deflate me
I can't track my place in his lack of case and
I don't know if I can keep a straight face

He say, "Oo-ooh, girl, you're walking a fine line
You might've heard, it's a cold world, so I gotta get mine
But if you take my hand, I'll be the better man
And help you understand."

He thinks he's a hotshot, and it got in my way
I wasn't really trying to fight today
But if I don't run my mouth, it looks like I got nothing to say
So can I get a little, get a little more grace?
I'm making trouble and I'm struggling to save face
And then my cover blows and colors show
I know how the story goes
Put me back in my place (yea)

He really thinks he's a... and it got in my way
He really thinks he's a... and it got in my way
He really thinks he's a... and it got in my way
He really thinks he's a... and it got in my way
Got in my way
Got in my way

(Ha-aey)
I really think I'm a hotshot, and it got in my way
I wasn't really trying to fight today
But if I don't run my mouth, it looks like I got nothing to say
Oh, can I get a little, little more grace?
'Cause I'm making trouble and I gotta save face
Oh, and the cover blows and colors show, I know how the story goes
Put me back in my place



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Writer(s): Alma Cook
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