M3SS Lyrics

Because my days is a mess

My nights is a mess

My life is a mess

Yes

My life is a mess of happiness, love, sex, obsession, desire with no love

But fuck it, my day is a-

Yeah we 1 on 1, can't believe you fucked this up

Why she counting 2's? Sitting here while I'm counting blues

Why she shooting 3's? Can't believe what you did to me

Pouring up some 4's it put me in my fucking zone

Now it's half past 5, can't believe you fucked that guy

When we got to 6, Momma said don't touch them sticks

Smoking za at 7, I just guess that's my confession

Rolling blunts and smoking woods, guess that's my profession

I'm tryna see perfection

But I can't cause they ain't putting out

I just walked up and pulled up 50 rounds

When you went in you came out with a smile

I just wanna climb and she wanna see me go

No that's not my baby I can't trust her on the road

Married to this money so how could I let it go?

I knew I'd fuck this up so I had to let you know

Had to let you know

Had to let you know

That we turning up right now

Don't give a fuck right now

Tryna play us all that music that shit suck right now

I'm with your bitch

She on her knees

She got some good brain but ain't got no degree like

I'm with my bruddas and we smoking on the east side

Tell myself I can't get mad cause that's what she's like

That's what she's like

Yeah

My life is a mess of happiness, love, sex, obsession, desire with no love

But you gon' have to excuse my mess, yes

More ones, more ones, more ones

More ones, more ones, more ones

More ones, more ones, more ones

More ones, more ones, more ones