Mess

Because my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love My bae is a mess My side bi- a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess She gon' have to excuse my ex I'ma have to excuse her pets She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express I'ma have to excuse her text She gon' have to exclude the rest She gon' have to tell dudes to step To the left, to the left Messy, messy on some Percocets Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra I just heard her lecture but I swerved the questions And reserved a section with a bunch of bi- that prefer to pleasure It's quater-to-seven They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning Dirty Devil, I'm a mess But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into XO Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess, my life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love More ones, my bae is a mess My side bi- is a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, no pressure, it's a jungle out here Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel I'ma a mess And now she over talking about staying over And she ask could she call her clan over? I say that's the sh- and now we talking Now fast foward 'til the morning time Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, make-up, and lashes Out of place mattress, sh- happens 'cause my days is a mess I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into Petrol Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess, my life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love More ones, my bae is a mess My side bi- is a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, more ones, more ones More ones, more ones I'm making a mess with all of these ones More ones, more ones My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love More ones