KESHORE
​flaming hot cheetos
[Intro]
(Gaspare, what the hell you doing?)

[Verse 1: Savage Ga$p]
I got these Flaming Hot Cheetos on my fingers, I'm tryna hold you
Promise that I'll always remember, that's what I told you
Now I'm sitting wishing and reminiscing these visions of our springtime days
Sunflower you was in full bloom
'Cause you that pretty girl I always see in my dreams
And maybe you can let him go and come be pretty with me
I feel that summertime breeze, lullabies in the trees
And yo, your voice is like an angel, you an angel to me

[Chorus: Savage Ga$p]
You got a jean skirt, Air Max
Flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
Jean skirt, Air Max, flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
Jean skirt, Air Max, flowers in yo' hairband
Red dust, fingers, tryna hold yo' damn hand
Yeah I said "I love you", promise that I meant that
Girl, you flaming hot, I just wiped Cheetos on my damn pants
[Verse 2: Keshore]
It just be like that, ayy
Say you love her, she don't love you back
My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos, I need my Clairo back
Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
First n***a that jab at my heart, I feel like Virgil man
Sunflower picking, I eat her sunflower seeds
And World War 3 drive the pain
I swear to God, I will leave
I need a Clairo shawty, uh
I need to hold you, uh
I be dreaming 'bout my pretty girl wishing that I could love you
You vented on him Gucci
Like baby girl that's a bad match
You Filas on my Suegos
Like a Future Vans at Golf stands
Haven't left my bed yet, dreaming 'bout a bad bitch
I'm just tryna get with you
Wishing I could bag that

[Outro: Keshore]
It just be like that, ayy
Say you love her, she don't love you back
My heart be flaming just like some Cheetos, I need my Clairo back
Bubblegum chewing the cover, the wasteless taste is back
First n***a that jab at my heart, I feel like Virgil man
Ayy