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
Cause 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 ton
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

Cause 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