Lil’ Wayne – Mess Lyrics

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

f**k 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

f**k 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

f**k 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, f**k it, more ones, f**k it, more ones

f**k it more ones

I’m making a mess with all these ones, f**k it, more ones, f**k it, more ones

My life is a mess of happiness less sex obsession desire with no love

f**k it, more one’s