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