I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess (Oh-oh, mess)
But I do it with a little finesse
Finesse, finesse, oh yes (Oh, yeah)
I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess (Yeah-yeah)
But I Uber home and I’m feeling blessed (Yeah-yeah)
I’m blessed, I’m blessed, oh yes (Oh-oh, chyeah)
Don’t call a cop, but it’s a crisis
Don’t know how to stop when it’s the nice shit (Hey)
Slurring my words and I don’t hide it
I don’t mind it, I kind of like it (Yeah-yeah)
I talk with my hands, yeah, I’m a handful (Talk with my hands, yeah)
Knocking down glasses like an asshole
You know I’m a hazard on the dancefloor, better be careful (Mhm, mhm-hmm)
Am I killing it? No
But am I growing? I been learning shit? Also no
I’m a mess, yeah
I’m a mess, yeah
I’m a mess, yeah
But I do it with a little finesse, yeah
I’m at my best, yeah, when I’m moving reckless (Chyeah)
I know I shouldn’t, but still I go again
I know this lyin’ made her fall in love, uh
I still ain’t tired living fucked up, yeah
I still ain’t tired of the styrofoam, yeah
I’m kept reminded I’ma die alone, yeah-yeah
I’m kept reminded that these diamonds came from pressure, hey
I made my bed so I’ma lie in it finessin’ (Hey)
I’m such a mess, I don’t know what to do
I’m such a mess, I don’t know what to do (Yeah-yeah)
I’m a mess, yeah
I’m a mess, yeah
Do it with a little finesse, yeah
I’m a mess, yeah
I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
But I do it with a little finesse (A lot of finesse, yeah-yeah)
Finesse, finesse, oh yes (Yeah, yeah)
I’m a mess, I’m a mess, I’m a mess (I’m a mess)
But I Uber home and I’m feeling blessed
I’m blessed, I’m blessed, oh yes (Chyeah)
I’ve been feeling older
Thought I’d grow up but it ain’t gonna happen
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