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You've been sipping that wine on your back porch
All by yourself for way too long
You've been putting off getting out, shaking it off
And thinking

But I’m pretty sure that you’re the one for me
I’m by your side I can never tell you no
Just point out a place and I promise we gone go
Man Why you

was or was-to-be
No mind, the mess of mystery
Come to bring the best of me

You're so pretty when you're disheveled
By the wind through the window
When

one more night 
Torn apart by different levels of reality and pride

Huge factions of clones living on the edge
Two shots of liquor and you can die in

Riches and splendor, busy agendas
Fancy cars, glamorous bars, superstars
Usually escorted by emotional bankruptcy
It starts out in the family
Spouses

a mess, but made amends
I even made a little hot-white sunlight 
At least I had the spotlight one night 
It's alright!

It's a good it's a good it's a good

way too high
I think ill be alright
Mentality’ll testify
Everyday i wanna die
I aint got no fucking pride
Lacking vanity all the time

I really hate

Driven by angst you got the chance
Too many broken promises, you know life is a test
Marching towards end, between the feel of joy and suffering

I'm still waiting for the answer to come off your mouth
By resending the text so you don't forget it again
Things have changed from sweet to bitter

backtracking again
When I was trying to forget

Friday night was such a mess man, I need to put it right, yeah I got to put it right
Then I got to go to bed man,

After a few weeks on the bus
Being porked by Toad-O's road crew
And being too exhausted to do their
Laundry on a regular basis
MARY is dumped in

All that I can do is frown
There ́s this mess inside my head
I can not forget

I can't talk
Just run away
When I see your pretty face

I feel so lonely

clowns is really fucking up
Ya bound to get it i sit a barrel on ya
Tongue so round and pretty fought my ticket
Now I'ma skip town and kick it
Dress code:

chemicals in the form of speeches
Hate speeches in the form of political discussions
Mental health in the form of illusions
A mess of a society controlled by

Can't trust me, even if you wanted to
Don't blame you, I can't even trust me too
I've lost all sense of who I was
Strings are being pulled by

(and mess with the highs)
Rolling downtown looking for the babies
With the pretty eyes getting digit's so sly
Crews so thick people step aside
Too many

Lights looking so pretty
Gazing at the stars
Yea whipping fast cars
Ain't tryna mess around
You know how I love hard
If I'm being real
I'm really tryna

(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
(Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye)
Still alive after all the mess I've made, I guess
If I speak my mind the — gonna cancel me
Don't

it's wrong cause I miss my baby
It's not like me to mess around with

They all got a pretty face and
Bad habits, skinny waists
But the heart is made

They wouldn't mess with the team (x7)
Pretty girl
Listen here, now Im a hot head
They only love you when you got bread
They wouldn't mess with

Now they looking at you different
Got it popping accosted by pretty women
Now they looking at you different
Videos playing on television
Now they

a tidal wave you came crashing in
Not a chance to tell you no
You were a natural disaster
Such a pretty mess to me
And I know, yeah I'm sure
That you're

Pretty as fuck and you bitches is not
Like fairly you bitches is odd
Like look at your hair like look at that fuck ass bob
Bitch a mess such a slob

a mess out of me

Written by: Peter Dankelson, Mac McRae, Ryan “Rocky” Johnson