If your heart tells you to then who are you to question it If the world gets you down, don't be afraid to wrestle it You have your whole life ahead of you Come make a mess of it Who are you to question it And I can see straight into your soul Feeling oh

Banana split for my baby A glass of plain water for me And a glass of plain water for me Dispenser Man, if you please Serve my chick a mess of calories Flip back the lid Scoop everything in sight Make it a rainbow of red, brown and white Chocolate chip

All you young wild girls Yeah, you young wild girls You make a mess of me You'll be the death of me, the death of me No matter what you do I'll always come back to you, come back to you All these roads steer me wrong But I still drive them all night

Ooh, you're all that I want No good at giving you up Come on and give me some love tonight Time should've taught me the lesson Went lookin' for a sign, but instead I got a message I take off my pride every time we undressin' Make it happen in my mind,

Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense But I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this The pieces of your heart And let me peer inside

When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan? As I lead this army make room for mistakes and depression The ghost of Mandela, hope my flows they propel it Let these words be your earth and moon you consume every message And with that being said my nigga,

Your heart's a mess You won't admit to it It makes no sense But I'm desperate to connect And you, you can't live like this The pieces of your heart And let me peer inside

So who you gonna call? The martini police And as we gaze skyward, ain't it dark early? It's the star treatment I just wanted to be one of The Strokes Now look at the mess you made me make Hitchhiking with a monogrammed suitcase Miles away from any

We done went to war with the realest, shot it out with the best Talkin’ high-end gorillas, banana clips make a mess I seen young niggas cry, I seen young niggas fold I seen young niggas die because a young nigga told For the love of the money, for the

I couldn't believe what I was seeing Faces all screwed up like what I'd done I didn't mean to hurt you so much I knew it would hurt you but not like this We all make a mess from time to time, dear But it'll take me a lifetime to get this cleared Somebody