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Mess
I been lost it all
Way more than you think
A sip for them, naw
Gotta pour the whole drink
I'm not that gone
But I'm on that brink
Down here we float
I bet that won't sink
Into your thoughts
You forgot, 40 winks
I live with these haunts
You and I ain't the same
Yours a heart full of wants
Mine a heart full of pain
That I never would trade
Can't forget that I came
Up out the raid
From the places that stank
So call me a plague
Come call me a mess
I might dance out my grave
I might even get dressed
Just to eat all your stress
Play so good at this game
You probably thought I was blessed
Go ahead and send me that blame
Way more than you think
A sip for them, naw
Gotta pour the whole drink
I'm not that gone
But I'm on that brink
Down here we float
I bet that won't sink
Into your thoughts
You forgot, 40 winks
I live with these haunts
You and I ain't the same
Yours a heart full of wants
Mine a heart full of pain
That I never would trade
Can't forget that I came
Up out the raid
From the places that stank
So call me a plague
Come call me a mess
I might dance out my grave
I might even get dressed
Just to eat all your stress
Play so good at this game
You probably thought I was blessed
Go ahead and send me that blame
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