Hot Take Lyrics

Baby knows best, bestie loathes baby

Herding carts out by the Safeway

Take it back to the good old days

Nine years old in a Cisco haze

She's got a lot of guys and deep set eyes

A constant cold and highway thighs

She's got a little problem with the way I walk

And I'm getting tired of her timeshare talk

Well, who do you call when it's phone tree time?

Bottle up that gossip and let it age like a fine red wine

It's just like

Playing goalie, dying slowly

Fractured skulls

Francis"Mick" Foley's

Got a hot hot take

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Danny don't dance

Danny don't dance good

Swing class, Dan's axe, and some driftwood

T-H-Y-G-U-I

Midwest blessed!

Get grown

Move home

Acquiesce

She's got taffy jokes and tales of tokes

To her frittata friends with broken yokes

She's got a lot of beer and a party theme

I'm pretty sure she's here to pitch a pyramid scheme

Who do you call when it's phone tree time?

Bottle up that gossip and let it age like a fine red wine

Well, It's just like

Playing goalie, dying slowly

Fractured skulls

Francis"Mick" Foley's

Got a hot hot take

Got a hot hot take

She got a hot hot take

Got a hot hot take

Got a hot take

Got a hot hot take

She got a hot take

Got a hot hot take

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