Mess E

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. Fuck it. My bae is a mess, my side Bitch a mess, my wifey a mess, I guess. My bae is obsessed, my side bitch Possessed, my wifey care less. 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 tone express. I'ma have to excuse her texts. She gon' have to excuse the rest. She gon' have to tell dudes to step, nigga To the left, nigga to the left. Messy, messy, on some purple senses. Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence. With a curvy sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm Working extra. I just heard a lecture, but I Swerve the questions and reserve a section with a Bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure. It's quarter to seven, they just heard the shower Water running 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 till I get ghost. And I can hear teardrops echo. Her teardrops turn into XO. Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta 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. But fuck it, more ones. My bae is a mess, my side bitch a Mess, my wifey a mess, I guess. My bae is obsessed, my side bitch Possessed, my wifey care less. 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'm a mess. And now she over talking 'bout staying over, and She ask could she call her clan over. I say that's the shit, now we ass-holing. Now fast-forward to the morning time. Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup and Lashes, out of place mattress. Shit 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 till I get ghost. And I can hear her teardrops echo. Her teardrops turn into petrol. Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta 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. But fuck it, more ones. My bae is a mess, my side bitch a Mess, my wifey a mess, I guess. My bae is obsessed, my side bitch Possessed, my wifey care less. But you gon' have to excuse my mess, yes. Fuck it, more ones. Fuck it, more ones. Fuck it, more ones. Fuck it, more ones. I'm making a mess with all of these ones. Fuck it, more ones. Fuck it, more ones. My life is a mess of happiness, Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love. But fuck it, more ones.