Lyrics Hot Head - SHVPES

Hot Head

I guess I got the profile
Of a serial killer
This life really cut me up
Buried all my problems
But they just got bigger
Oh mama made my mouth like a chainsaw
Let it run run baby
This life really cut me up
Taking it the wrong way
Cos there ain’t no other
Way to get this feeling out my guts
Hot head
Everything you say
Sets fire in my brain
So look the other way
I feel like spitting
Propane
It’s all kicking off again
Those days
Who did you think you were fooling
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go
Propane
It’s all coming up again
Those days
Just when you think you were golden
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go
Typical hot header
Conscious nearly ways a tonne
Trapped in your old ways
But we both know better
All you wanna do is feel loved
But like some twisted evolution
My brains wired in reverse
Fuck conflict resolution
I hit em where it hurts
We recycle what we’re used to
I’m programmed to make it worse
I’m just another
Hot head
Everything you say
Sets fire in my brain
So look the other way
I feel like spitting
Propane
It’s all kicking off again
Those days
Who did you think you were fooling
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go
Propane
It’s all coming up again
Those days
Just when you think you were golden
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go
Really?
no
You think you really know?
But do you really know?
You think you really know?
But do you really know?
No
I don’t know what I really know
No
But when I think I do I never know
No
I don’t know what I really know
No
But when I think I do I never know
You should really fucking simmer down
You should really fucking simmer down
You should really fucking simmer down
Down down down
Cos I feel like spitting propane
Do what you gotta
Say what you’re gonna
Do what you gotta
Do what you gotta
Say what you’re gonna
How else they gonna know?
Propane
Do what you gotta
Say what you’re gonna
Do what you gotta
Do what you gotta
Say what you’re gonna
How else they gonna know?
Propane
It’s all kicking off again
Those days
Who did you think you were fooling
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go
Propane
It’s all coming up again
Those days
Just when you think you were golden
Done some time
In my mind
I can’t seem to let go