Lyrics

Citgo
For the gas
I took a beat and tried to breathe and let it pass
One pack
back again
I have to quit before the operation does me in

Face done
Dress still fits
I haven’t done this in a minute but you called it quits
Too pretty
to be back on the apps
I’ve been lighting up these matches someone take me for a lap

You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand

I look good
When I sleep
If you like skeletons, you’ll love this physique
Wake up
Phone light’s blue
No it’s not therapy, but it might give my hands something to do

Cold call
Old friends phone
“Suspend your disbelief on how I ended up alone”
It seems salacious, like a line to be read
But you can’t fault the writing -cheaters cheat.


You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand
You can’t tell me shit, I got a hot hand, now