Sunburn

Three in the morning, I'm awake without a warning

I'm wrestling with the passing of time

Try to forget her, try to get it together

She's running circles in the back of my mind

I'm hoping this is only temporary

It's scary thinking I could be going insane

Try to forget her, try to get it together

She's running circles in the back of my brain

(That girl is like) sunburn on my backside

Sinking in the quicksand with my hands tied

Shouting at the top of my lungs

But that girl, she got my tongue

So I sing it instead

I sing it, ooh-ooh

Maybe this is all inside my head

I sing it, ooh-ooh

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Yeah, got stuck in your bear trap, couldn't bear that

Y'all barely could bear with my errors

And damn it, I hope that you hear that

Real rapping but real crap

Real sad how it ended the friendship

Standing right here and I'm feeling defenseless

Serving my time, think I'm fine with the sentence

But do I really gotta go and mention

She was hotter than the tip of the sun

On the tip of my tongue

We're addicted to mischief, riches and fun

We were back on the run

With a burn from the sun, with a crack to the lungs

Dumb young, full of a lil' some, some

But now she's got me feeling dumb (dumb, dumb, dumb)

(That girl is like) sunburn on my backside

Sinking in the quicksand with my hands tied

Shouting at the top of my lungs

But that girl, she got my tongue

So I sing it instead

I sing it, ooh-ooh

Maybe this is all inside my head

I sing it, ooh-ooh

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Never been so hard not to feel some way

I stepped into your way

If I'm lucky I might end up in a hospital

The games you play

Went and fucked my head up (fucked my head up)

Could something this good be just as volatile? (Volatile)

Broke chains, chemicals, put you on a pedestal (volatile)

Been chasing your honey like there's money in that pot of gold

(Volatile) cocaine, powdered nose, damage to my frontal lobe

Tricky, chicky, you've been with me since the onset

(That girl is like) sunburn on my backside

Sinking in the quicksand with my hands tied

Shouting at the top of my lungs

But that girl, she got my tongue

So I sing it instead

I sing it, ooh-ooh

Maybe this is all inside my head

I sing it, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead

Love will make you mad, then drop you dead