In "Hot Goss," Helluva Boss feat. Until Further Notice, Richard Horvitz, and Brandon Rogers turns public rumor into a private shrug. The gossip stings at first, but the response hardens into defiance: the talk is just noise, and walking away becomes its own victory. The repeated chatter of the opening collapses into a final goodbye, trading the fight for freedom. The emotional message is that other people’s stories only have power if you stay to hear them.
Hot Goss Lyrics by Helluva Boss
(Feat. Until Further Notice, Richard Horvitz, Brandon Rogers)
Talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk
I don’t give a fuck about the fucks you give
‘Bout the way I live, it’s my own damn sin
I don’t give a shit about the shit you say
When you look my way, get out of my face
You fuckin’ did it now
You’re fuckin’ in it now
You and all your friends are all talk, talk, talk
Watch me walk, walk, walk all over you, I’m over you
Everybody here is all, “Ooh-la-la”
Heard the new hot goss’, a rumor hangin’ over you
Sick of all the lies
Time for you to die
Talk, talk, talk
Talk, talk, talk
Let them say what they want
I can laugh it off ’cause I know it’s just another bad joke (It’s just another bad joke)
So cliché, brush ’em off
Pay ’em no mind, go and find someone new to provoke, ooh
It’s a fight, it’s a war, it’s a witchhunt
Let ’em stop and stare (Let ’em stop and stare)
It’s a blight, it’s a bore, it’s a bitch (Bitch)
But I don’t even care
You and all your friends are all talk, talk, talk
I’ll just walk, walk, walk away
Everybody here has heard the new hot goss’
But I know I’ll be okay
Sick of all the lies
I’ll just say goodbye
