Marshal Keep - Hot Shit lyrics
[Marshal Keep - Hot Shit lyrics]
1, 2, 3, 4
You were on fire in your torn up jeans
But you were a liar, a poser
You cracked at the seams
And you don’t know what you did wrong
To get yourself in this rut
You’re tryna sing a different song
But you won’t even make the cut
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot
But you’re just another face in the crowd
You’re just a nobody when nobody’s around
There was a moment where you had it all
But you couldn’t own it
You didn’t answer the call
And you were disappointed
With how it all went down
You were left disjointed, there was no one
There to help you around
To be honest I feel a little bad
That you screwed up this hard
But it’s your own fault for
Risking all you had
Instead of manning your guard
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot
You think that you’ve got what it takes
But you can’t admit to your own mistakes
Crying over your wasted time
A chip on your shoulder not a single dime
You think you never make mistakes
But you’re not the god you think you are
You think you got what it takes
Like Brando in the streetcar
You think you’re hot Shit, Hot Shit, Hot
Hot Shit, Hot Shit, Hot
But you’re just another face in the crowd
You’re just a nobody when nobody’s around
You think that you’ve got what it takes
But you can’t admit to your own
Oh no you won’t admit to your own
Yeah you never admit to your own mistakes
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot
You were on fire in your torn up jeans
But you were a liar, a poser
You cracked at the seams
And you don’t know what you did wrong
To get yourself in this rut
You’re tryna sing a different song
But you won’t even make the cut
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot
But you’re just another face in the crowd
You’re just a nobody when nobody’s around
There was a moment where you had it all
But you couldn’t own it
You didn’t answer the call
And you were disappointed
With how it all went down
You were left disjointed, there was no one
There to help you around
To be honest I feel a little bad
That you screwed up this hard
But it’s your own fault for
Risking all you had
Instead of manning your guard
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot
You think that you’ve got what it takes
But you can’t admit to your own mistakes
Crying over your wasted time
A chip on your shoulder not a single dime
You think you never make mistakes
But you’re not the god you think you are
You think you got what it takes
Like Brando in the streetcar
You think you’re hot Shit, Hot Shit, Hot
Hot Shit, Hot Shit, Hot
But you’re just another face in the crowd
You’re just a nobody when nobody’s around
You think that you’ve got what it takes
But you can’t admit to your own
Oh no you won’t admit to your own
Yeah you never admit to your own mistakes
You think you’re hot shit, hot shit, hot
Hot shit, hot shit, hot