I'm a Mess

I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I'm a mess
But I do it with a little finesse, finesse, finesse, oh yes
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

Don't call a cop but it's a crisis
Don't know how to stop when it's the nice shit
Slurring my words and I don’t hide it
I don't mind it, I kind of like it

I talk with my hands, yeah, I’m a handful
Knocking down glasses like an asshole
You know I'm a hazard on the dancefloor
Better be careful

Am I killing it? No
But am I growing up and learning shit? Also no

Lancey Foux:
I'm a mess, yea, I'm a mess, yea, I'm a mess, yea
But I do it with a little finesse, yea, I’m at my best, yea, when I’m moving reckless
I know I shouldn’t but still I go again
I know this lying made her fall in love
I still ain’t tired living fucked up
I still ain’t tired of the styrofoam, yea
I’m kept reminded Ima die alone, yea
I’m kept reminded that these diamonds came from pressure
I made my bed so I’m a lie in it finessing
I’m such a mess I don’t know what to do
I’m such a mess I don’t know what to do

Johan Lenox:
I'm a mess, I'm a mess, I'm a mess
But I do it with a little finesse, finesse, finesse, oh yes
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

I’ve been feeling older
Thought I’d grow up but it ain’t gonna happen