Lyrics Mess - Lil Wayne

Mess

Because my days is a mess
My nights is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness less 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 careless
But you gonna have to excuse my mess
She gon have to excuse my ex
I’m gon have to excuse her pets
She gon have to be juicy wet
If she gon ride on this Tune Express
I’m gon have to excuse her text
She gon have to exclude the rest
And she gon have to tell dudes to step nigga to the left, nigga to the left
Messy messy on some percocets
Smoking purple veggie that’s my herbal essence
Why am I hurting extra?
Cause I’m working extra
I just heard a lecture, but I swerved the questions
With a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure
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 till I get ghosts and I can hear your teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into XO
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe cause
Because 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 less sex obsession desire with no love
Fuck it, more one’s, 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 careless
But you gonna have to excuse my mess
Yes, no pressure its a jungle out here
I fell in love with a stripper, lord I know she got bills but Imma 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 about
I say that’s the shit and we fast forward till the morning time
Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, make up and lashes
Shit happens cause my days is 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 ghosts and I can hear your teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into petrol
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe cause
Because 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 less sex obsession desire with no love
Fuck it, more one’s, 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 careless
But you gonna have to excuse my mess
Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones
Fuck it more ones
I’m making a mess with all these ones, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones
My life is a mess of happiness less sex obsession desire with no love
Fuck it, more one’s