Lyrics:
pretty but she's really not dressed
And sometimes she look silly but she's far from a mess
Yes, please so don't be dissin cause Jesus done paid grip
Brutally honest, outspoken and fearless
Goes with their gut, never favors appearance
'Cause who has time for vanity
With opponents to extinguish?
dress
Got a hot shot
Baby, don't say no
Hot shot
Don't wanna do it alone
Hot shot
Gonna be a mess
Don't wanna have to do it by myself
Pretty maids all
hold that one is justified by faith apart from all the works of the law""/this the essence and our Christian message we made a mess they sent Christ
Look at all the people lined up outside,
This must be the place
I see beautiful women dressed in black,
Everyone a pretty face
Red lips,
around
Didn't I tell you, didn't I say don't mess me around
Cause I'm already standing on the ground
And I don't need your love
Oh, oh,
(You take it
by firelight
And your pretty eyes, looking at me so bright
Like I'm your one delight
You've got me spinning, spinning out
Don't think that I can
Everybody knows I'm him
I got a black cat bone
I got a mojo too
I got the Johnny Concheroo
I'm gonna mess with you
I'm gonna make you girls
Lead me by
to go
Wrong kind woman got me in this mess wantin' pretty things and a satin red dress
What I couldn't make she said I have to take and judge said
less than a guest
Getting his girl to clean up his mess
Never showing weakness unless it's award's season
It's the season of the ward
And she's
Oh my, hot hot mess
It's killing me , killing me, killing me, I can't stop
Didn't mama always tell me not to get mixed up ?
With the pretty girls that
Well it made me make a mess
And I was left in a puddle of
Honey
In the distance I could hear
Words of wisdom whizzing by my ear
So I shut my brain
There's nothing like summer in the city
Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty
There's trouble in the air, you can smell it
will mess you up the same
If you swept away by the girls of summer
Those dancing birds of prey
And if you go away further than my garden
The tree line,
killing my own, creepin'
Why you open yo legs of vanity
Knowin' it'll only kill me
Eating yo pussy with a Chelsea Grin
Hoping yo nectar heal me
They speak
You could die young out here
Mess around and die before twenty one out here
Mamas stressing, seen them ratchets
In the dresser, she not asking
she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to,
Yeah it's just me
permission
It's my decision
A damsel in distress
Pretty in weakness
Silenced by his mess
A mess that he deflects
Will you give your time
Wait in line
To hear
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Real motherfuckin' sad girl shit, ah
In a room full of people, I still feel lonely
By myself
vanity
Helps me numb the pain
But keeps my heart empty
Want this girl to love me
She just wanna be pretty
She don't want a nigga
Who don't fit her image
So
what you loved
In that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time
Now you can't even recall
Any names, faces, or lines
It's more
what you loved
In that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time
Now you can't even recall
Any names, faces, or lines
It's more
they are, they're coming!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
The years was rollin' by . . .
Listen to that mess, would
Vanity placed and blessed inside my head
But I know we're dressed in the ocean of time
Not lost but hidden by the same existence
Let's get off
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