Hosting

I'm hardly naked anymore
I cannot sleep in this uncovered skin
I leave me all over the floor
Heavier feathers might've kept your attention

I got a feeling that I'm not your first
You are a ghost where it hurts you the most
I am your body to host every sin
So when you're ready, boy
Come, let me in
I got a feeling that I'm not your first
You are a ghost where it hurts you the most
I am your body to host every sin
So when you're ready, boy
Come, let me in

Am I hosting? Am I hosting?
Is there an option?
Am I hosting? Am I hosting?
Twenty-four seven

Tell me I'm better than the rest
Aren't you tired of saying what I want to hear?
I leave me all over your chest
Need to learn how to live without all your attention

'Cause I got a feeling that I'm not your first
You are a ghost where it hurts you the most
I am your body to host every sin
So when you're ready, boy
Come, let me in

Smash town in my front yard
Shine the brightest in them brake lights
Never flown with an early bird, I'm way too down for them late nights
I catch myself in the backseat
In the backseat of this family car
No more use in pretending, babe
No more hiding who we really are
I go hard when it doesn't matter 'cause I think it's hotter when they really scream
I go home to an innocent mother pretending her baby boy 'aint who he seems
Blowing the head off another contender
Find what you find in the back of my fender
Taking a minute to reach for the finish
'Cause life isn't life 'till I'm down with the sickness

I got a feeling that I'm not your first
You are a ghost where it hurts you the most
And I am your body to host every sin
So when you're ready, boy
Come, let me in

(Am I hosting? Am I hosting?
Is there an option?
Am I hosting? Am I hosting?
Twenty-four seven)



Credits
Writer(s): Sage Swineford
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