Because my days is a mess My nights is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness, lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love Fuck 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 veggies that's my Herbal Essence With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'Cause I'm workin extra, I just heard her lecture But I swerve the questions, and reserve a section With a bunch a bitches that prefer to pleasure It's quarter to 7, I just heard the shower water running in the morning Dirty devil, I'm a mess But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I could hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into XO Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta tip toe 'cause 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, lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones 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, it's a jungle out here Fell in love with a stripper, Lord I know she got bills But I'm 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 talkin' about staying over And she asked could she call her clan over I said "that's the shit" now we assholin' Now fast forward to the morning time Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes Make up and lashes, out of place mattress Shit happens, 'cause my days is a mess I'm sorry baby but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I could hear teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into petrol Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta tip toe 'cause 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, lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones 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 Fuck it, more ones Fuck it, more ones Fuck it, more ones Fuck it, more ones I'm making a mess, with all of these ones Fuck it, more ones Fuck it, more ones My life is a mess of happiness, lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones