Lyrics:
Yeah, we could've made up
Yeah, we should've stayed up tryna fix you and me
But all that I know is coulda, shoulda
Just don't mean a goddamn thing
cleaning up the mess in us
That's the naked truth, I won't dress it up, when we know the truth we free ain't no oppressing us
You feeling cursed cause
you an heir to
How can I be compared to
Nigga you fallin' off with a parachute
Ya stack short, you got some earnin' to do
You new school, just means
This just the intro
Are we live, yeah we live
I made my mama cry man what the fuck is this
Want her to be proud of me only thing on my bucket list
Help me open up the blinds
Rush hour traffic, I'm in hot pursuit
Jumping out of planes without a parachute
Eyes on the prize, but I missed it by
We can turn the TV on and digest all that made up crap
But I have to say we’d better
Take care of this mess
It’s in our power to heal nature feeds us
A hypocritical politician will never regulate, Understand, every campaign is funded by the banks
Every single human being has a certain common trait
Throw a stack
(Cashmere), last night we made such a mess
I knew when I left I'd see you again
So what if I did it on purpose?
So what? Yeah, I did it on purpose
Cashmere
have slept for quite some time)
So who's left? Lady Gaga? Mess with the Bieber?
Nah, F with Christina
I ain't f- with either Jessica neither
the legend of Heath-uh Ledger
My suicide notes barely legible
Read the bottom, it's signed by The Joker
Lorena said I never can leave her
She'll sever my
ambassador to their coral reef I was just another feast
Laying on my back being nibbled on by fish staring up at the sky
I saw two jets crash
No parachutes did
turned a nigga into a mess
God damn f*** my Ex
I've got pain on my chest
Nigga I just wanna flex
I wanna relax
Depression turned a nigga into a mess
God
Mama said be home by 10 took a trip now it's 3 cM running in the streets just playing pretend I don't wanna sleep tonight
Doing shit out of spite
a parachute
No hoops to jump through this middle finger
Screaming fuck you too
Will I ever find a way out of the mess that I made
I'm stuck here like a lost
Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make
Ain't a bounty I've gone after that can put me in my grave yet
Jet thinks I'm too reckless, leaving a mess of twisted wreckage
Sorry for the way I do
The world is a mess I feel like dancing,
For a little while.
Yeah that's right.
We'll pull down the shades.
We've got it made.
Forget all our
by doing good
When I leave earth Ill have made a difference, you out wishing that you could
My head was spinning for a minute, like my vision off
taste
But hold up
Pepperoni is in first place
I always wondered why i never wanted anything to do with your food
You never made sense
Pepperoni isn't
’m coming home
It's not so late.
But fate – is for those who wait
And I was never made it.
What if I had given me another chance?
Surrounded by heavy clouds
next
I took yo bitch just by sending a text
Call up the janitor, life is a mess
18 and swerving in two seater benz
I got the memo for all of my test
I
never trust em (Hmm-hmm)
I made a mistake (I made a mistake) by trusting you
(By trusting you) I feel like a fool (I feel like a fool)
Ngaba confused
The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made
The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling
up
And you, you made a mess, made a mess of me
In California
Was bittersweet
And in the morning
You're next to me
We drank beer
By the sea
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