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