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lyrics
I got the right job, I got a fast car,
A wallet yet unbroken by no cocktail bar
I can hold my own when talking politics
I can even approximate Jimi Hendrix’ licks.
I got face nobody ever really hates
Some have even loved and most they can tolerate.
I got my shit together, my ducks all in a row
I got my chakras aligned and my latte to go.
But having said that, I’m still a hot mess.
Falling through life just hoping for the best.
I need to cool down my situation
So still heating up, imagine my frustration.
That I, Oh I'm just a hot mess.
Don’t know what to say or what to do.
But why, oh why won’t you confess?
That maybe you’re a hot mess too?
They say it could be you, but oh hell yes it was me
The winner of this mortal coil’s sick lottery.
And I wore a shit eating grin as one by one, all my numbers
They came in.
And yet despite it all I’m still a hot mess
Crawling through life just hoping for the best
I got this fever now, but the prescription
Just ain’t becoming for a man in my condition
That I, Oh I'm just a hot mess.
Don’t know what to say or what to do.
But why, oh why won’t you confess?
That maybe you’re a hot mess too?
You're just a hot, hot mess (maybe you're hot mess too)
Oh why? Why won't you confess?
Baby you're a hot mess, so if there's no protest
I just wanna undress you, on yes it's true
We'd make a hot, hot mess
I killed my golden goose with my fattened calf
So since you seen me naked, how’d you like me now?
That I'm just a hot mess
Yeah I’m just a hot mess
And baby your a hot mess too
So why don’t we undress
And see what a little love can do?
credits
released May 9, 2020
Lux Lisbon is aesthetically classic and lyrical poprock from Stuart Rook, Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK.
'Hot Mess' is the first new Lux Lisbon material in over 3 years since taking an extended break after selling out London Scala as a DIY act in 2017.
