Hot Mess

What ever happened to Mort Marcus Or Satcha. How about Hugo Mittens Or Elijah Smoothe And Teddy Pasta A straight hair rasta With a bone straight weave that will bring you to your knees. Assuming they're all hot messes like me. Mm... who knows? This is the time This is the time This is the time This is the time This is the time Never thought I'd be this cold Cuz of my life I've lost a hold You can have it. It's yours, not mine Cuz the only thing on my mind is... It's all of me what's born to be Cuz what they say is not what it seems Feel like I'm right but always wrong I guess I just don't belong Can I have a drink? Don't wanna think Cuz my outlook is on my enemy Just wanna sleep cuz I miss the link Between what I want and what's given to me It's all of me what's born to be Cuz what they say is not what it seems Feel like I'm right but always wrong I guess I just don't belong My body aches My mind's at rest Thinking about every bad decision Feel so alone Don't have a home But I'm part of a bigger mission It's all of me what's born to be Cuz what they say is not what it seems Feel like I'm right but always wrong I guess I just don't belong