Hot Mess

Thirty minutes late, gas tank empty, phone at three percent
Saw the camera flashing, damn light must have been red
Where'd I put my purse again? Sunglasses?
Top down on the rental and it's raining...

Daddy says I can't be saved
Mama says I have it made
Bank says I've depreciated

I'm just a hot mess, that's just the way it is!
I call it a success if I get out the house half dressed
Oh I could get my shit together but this is too much fun
No you can't get this kind of crazy with just anyone
Hot mess, I'm just a hot mess

What's the point in owning when I can just borrow?
Oh, was that today, I swear I thought it was tomorrow
Didn't lock the door again, just let yourself in
And if you could feed the cat that would be oh so...

Daddy says I raise some hell
Mama says apply yourself
Preacher thinks I need a little help

I'm just a hot mess, that's just the way it is
I call it a success if I get out' the house half dressed
Oh I could get my shit together but this is too much fun
No you can't get this kind of crazy with just anyone
Hot mess, I'm just a hot mess

Thirty minutes late, gas tank empty, phone at three percent
I didn't see the light was red

I'm just a hot mess, that's just the way it is
I call it a success if I get out' the house half dressed
Oh I could get my shit together but this is too much fun
No you can't get this kind of crazy with just anyone
Hot mess, I'm just a hot mess



Credits
Writer(s): Palmer Lee, Baylor Wilson, Julia Cole
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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