Lyrics Mess - lil wayne

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
My bae is a mess
My side bi- a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

She gon' have to excuse my ex
I'ma have to excuse her pets
She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express
I'ma have to excuse her text
She gon' have to exclude the rest
She gon' have to tell dudes to step
To the left, to the left

Messy, messy on some Percocets
Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence
With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra
I just heard her lecture but I swerved the questions
And reserved a section with a bunch of bi- that prefer to pleasure
It's quater-to-seven
They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning
Dirty Devil, I'm a mess

But I'm sorry babe, 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 can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into XO
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

'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
More ones, my bae is a mess
My side bi- is a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' 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'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas
Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel
I'ma a mess

And now she over talking about staying over
And she ask could she call her clan over?
I say that's the sh- and now we talking
Now fast foward 'til the morning time
Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, make-up, and lashes
Out of place mattress, sh- happens 'cause my days is a mess

I'm sorry babe, 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 can hear her teardrops echo
Her teardrops turn into Petrol
Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe

'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
More ones, my bae is a mess
My side bi- is a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess, my bae is obsessed
My side bi- possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess

Yes, more ones, more ones
More ones, more ones
I'm making a mess with all of these ones
More ones, more ones
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
More ones