Lyrics Sunburn (with Tropidelic) - Tropidelic , Little Stranger

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