Hot Air - Low Island

You don’t mean the things that you say when ya

When ya, when ya, when ya

You don’t know what you’re talking about but do ya?

Do ya?

Do ya?

It’s coming out all twisted and

Cool it, cool it, cool it

'Cause anything is sake and will hold it

Hold it, hold it

If I were you I wouldn’t do that

If I were you I wouldn’t say that

Once again you’re repeating yourself

Talking, talking, talking, talking

Not yawning, the roll of the eyes

Wrap it up, wrap it up, wrap it up

What on earth are you doing?

If you ask me, you’re doing it wrong

And you should come down, come down

Wise up, sharpen up

There’s so much to win if you’re up to the task

So with the fires still thought out, rushed and reckless

Everything to lose, you’re not up to the test

Hot air, hot air

Now you’re misrepresenting yourself

Foolish, foolish, foolish, foolish

I would do anything just to make you shut up

Shut up, shut up

If I were you I woulda done it different

So see through, so indignant

And you should come down, come down

Wise up, sharpen up

There’s so much to win if you’re up to the task

So with the fires still thought out, rushed and reckless

Everything to lose, you’re not up to the test

Hot air, hot air, hot air, hot air