| I got these Flaming Hot Cheetos on my fingers
|
| I’m tryna hold you
|
| Promise that I’ll always remember
|
| That’s what I told you
|
| Now I’m sitting wishing
|
| And reminiscing these visions of our springtime days
|
| Sunflower you was in full bloom
|
| 'Cause you that pretty girl I always see in my dreams
|
| And maybe you can let him go and come be pretty with me
|
| I feel that summertime breeze
|
| Lullabies in the trees
|
| And yo, your voice is like an angel
|
| You an angel to me
|
| You got a jean skirt, air max
|
| Flowers in yo' hairband
|
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
|
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
|
| Girl, you flaming hot
|
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
|
| Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband
|
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
|
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
|
| Girl, you flaming hot
|
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
|
| Jean skirt, air max, flowers in yo' hairband
|
| Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
|
| Yea I said I love you, promise that I meant that
|
| Girl, you flaming hot
|
| I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
|
| It just be like that, ay
|
| Say you love her she don’t love you back
|
| My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos
|
| I need my Clairo back
|
| Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
|
| First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man
|
| Sunflower picking, I eat her sunflower seeds
|
| And World War 3 drive the pain
|
| I swear to God I will leave
|
| I need a Clairo shawty, uh
|
| I need to hold you, uh
|
| I be dreaming about my pretty girl
|
| I wish I could love you
|
| You vented on him Gucci
|
| Like baby girl that’s a bad match
|
| You Filas on my Suegos
|
| Like a Future Vans at Golf stands
|
| Haven’t left my bed yet
|
| Dreaming 'bout a bad bitch
|
| I’m just tryna get with you
|
| Wishing I could bag that
|
| It just be like that, ay
|
| Say you love her she don’t love you back
|
| My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos
|
| I need my Clairo back
|
| Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
|
| First nigga that jab at my heart, I feel like Vergil man |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song flaming hot cheetos , by - Savage Ga$p. Song from the album thinking of you, wherever you are, in the genre Альтернатива