Lyrics
Whole Lotta Mess 3/9/2024
Written by © Corey Schmidt
Contact: Corey Schmidt, Producer/Songwriter
corey.gigummusic@gmail.com
GigumMusic.com
V1
Your blond hair, blue eyes
You keep me alive
Your fast car, wild nights
You’re are a good time
But his black hair, bright eyes
Keeps me, on fire
He’s all day, all night
He is my desire
I’m texting you
While I’m, talking to him
My bodies aching
For you, both it’s a sin
C1
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress
Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta run from my address
It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most
V2
Your airplane, champagne
Fly me to New York
Your boat waits, on shore
Get me on board
But his kiss is, so slow
I tell him, no no
His body is so fine
I can't let you go, ya
My lips on you
My hands are, all over him
My bodies aching
For you, both it’s a sin
C2
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress
Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta run from my address
It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most
Bridge
If my guys, found out…Oh, no, no
If my guys, found out…Oh, no, no, no, no
I’ll knock knock knock, knock upon your door
It’s really you, that I adore
I’ll knock knock knock, it’s 4 AM
Come on babe, just let me in
C3
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I can’t take no more stress
Now if my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta change my address
If my guys found out
It be a whole lotta mess
A whole lotta mess
I gotta run from my address
It’s gonna strain, my mind
I wanna stay, I wanna stay, baby
With you tonight
But when it’s time to go
It will be him and only him
That I want the most…Oh, what a mess