Fine Ass Mess

Let me tell you about you, girl
You can't be sexy with a attitude
You wanna know why?
Do you wanna know why?
Hold up, hey

Hear me out
Shut up and listen for a minute
It's time to clean all these closets out
Starting with, ooh

Sweet as a rose, but you're still covered in thorns
It's hurting your image (hurting your image, whoa)
Everyday you chose to live for the moment
It sure got you dirty (sure got you dirty) oh

Girl, you a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug
Yeah

(Oh)
(Yeah yeah)
(Oh yeah)
(Yeah)
(Oh-ooh)

There's certain things that you just can't do (can't do)
No (can't do, no)
Nobody laying in the bed that you've made, but you (nobody in that bed but you)

You won't see the beauty I've seen
Realize 'til you clean off your mirror
Down and dusted, broke and disgusted
Baby, don't trust the smoke and the mirrors
I'll show you what's clearer

You can't be a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug

She's messy and sexy
The whole world knows
Her beauty don't impress me, 'cause her attitude cold
Can be classy and trashy, no way to be both
Either one or the other, are you copper or gold?
Are you copper or gold, yeah?
Let me know
Tell me why, yeah

Girl, you a fine-ass mess
Hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug
You can't be a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug