MESS Lyrics

Paper thin joints turn to ash in 2 minutes

That's we we role blunts just to feel what we hittin, it sucks

What the fuck is up?

Man I'm feelin slumped, so numb, pass the pump,

I'm fucked up; too much, been a little unjust, Not enough to make a mother fucker wanna give up

And if he think he bigger than me Ima show him what's up

Ready for what's next?

Man I think you flummoxed

Think I'm dead fuckboi?

I'm just gassed out

Regretting Every Day always passed out

Another bitch want me to blow her back out

Tell her get the fuck outa my trap house

If your trigger finger itching

The pistol is in the kitchen

I'll be dead upon your mission

Don't hesitate on the feeling

I Give in to my addiction

Always need it for the clearing of my mind

No time for dealing

I'm sorry to the people that are praying for my healing

I wanted better for me too and that shit is the realest

It's killing me inside but I can hide it in my lyrics

Only

On

Boss

Shit

Wanna take a trip to the Outlands and get your car fixed?

Think I got a problem with my sniffing

Get a grip

Nah I don't wanna date an only fans bitch

Like is this needle print Steve or juice head Jarvis?

Just put something on that make em act retarded

I don't wanna make an image like I'm flawless

I'm a creep, riding dirty till I'm in my coffin

Wow the mess you making so loud

It got me bouta freak out

Only alive so I can hear my lyrics back from the crowd

Im bouta pounce

And make em scream until you hearing the sound

And Ima finish anyone who put my name in their mouth

Now I

Think I'm

Back in

Business

You trying to get me to switch up bitch I think you trippin

All I really know how do is just keep this shit the realest

If I hear a beat I like you better know that Ima steal it

Why do all these bitches only like me for my dick?

Take a look into my eyes like you don't want none of this