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 Ooooh Maybe this is all inside my head I sing it Ooooh Love will make you mad then drop you dead Got stuck in your bear trap Couldn't bear that Y'all barely could fair with my errors And dammit I hope that you feel that Real rapping bout real crap Real sad how it ended a friendship Standin right here and I'm feeling defenseless Servin 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 riches, mischief and fun We were back on the run, what a burn from the sun What a crack to my lungs Dumb, young, full of a little sum sum 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 Ooooh Maybe this is all inside my head I sing it Ooooh 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 web If I'm lucky I might end up in the hospital The games you play Went and fucked my head up Could something this good be just as volatile Broke chains Chemicals Put you on a pedestal Been chasing your honey like there's money in it Pot of gold Cocaine Powder nose Damage to my frontal lobe Tricky chicky you 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 Ooooh Maybe this is all inside my head I sing it Ooooh 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