Cyclone

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

Mama tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

When you say, "Hello," no, I don't know where my mind goes

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

Mama tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

When you say, "Hello," no, I don't know where my mind goes

I throw caution to the wind

Then I wake up right next to you like, "How did you get in?" yeah

Baby, you should be a journalist

'Cause when we fight, you always try to spin the narrative, yeah

I know you're trouble, but I can't say no

You know I cave when you're emotional

Rotten to the core

No peace, no eye of the storm

Ooh, you got my head spun up like a cyclone

Mama tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

When you say, "Hello," no, I don't know where my mind goes

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

Mama tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos

You got my head spun up like a cyclone

When you say, "Hello," no, I don't know where my mind goes

You got my head spun up like a cyclone (got my head spun up, yeah)

Mama tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos (sucker for the psychos)

You got my head spun up like a cyclone (cyclone)

When you say, "Hello," no, I don't know where my mind goes