Mess

JK, really? Hey Ross, sauce it up Yeah Tired of the mess I've made I been fed up, keep my head up, but I can not The more I feel low, then the less I change Wanna be alone, but I'm feeling land-locked Waited all my life to take that chance Toured around the world, still a failure in my eyes Looking back, all alone, cannot hide the stress Way before I knew about it, I was in my prime Rollin' something in the night Made my pain go poof, I stay in vicious Don't need friends, all your fate I need cash, I need space Told myself I'm good enough, but I'm lying to my face, yeah Tired of the mess I've made I been fed up, keep my head up, but I can not The more I feel low, then the less I change Wanna be alone, but I'm feeling land-locked Tired of the mess I've made I been fed up, keep my head up, but I can not The more I feel low, then the less I change Wanna be alone, but I'm feeling land-locked Yeah, probably die before I wake If I don't, listen up, something in my head saying Probably die before I wake If I don't, listen up, something In my head saying Tired of the mess I've made I been fed up, keep my head up, but I can not The more I feel love, then the less I change Wanna be alone, but I'm feeling land-locked