B.l.e.s.s T.h.i.s M.e.s.s
Will you bless this mess?
B.l.e.s.s T.h.i.s M.e.s.s
Will you bless this mess?
Simple angel, perfect devil
Can I come inside?
I'm feeling like a larvae
I'm frumpy like Martha
A 15 foot parka
I grew out my clothes
Angel, I'm sleeping
The mothers are griefing
I tried and tried, but when you're blessed it shows
You wanted me to act out
To make you feel more backed out
Well take swill of vodka
We'll battle underwater
You say you need a father
Well baby I'm a baller
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
B.l.e.s.s T.h.i.s M.e.s.s
Will you bless this mess?
B.l.e.s.s. T.h.i.s M.e.s.s
Will you bless this mess?
No rehash, no rehab
No empty simulation
(No reconciliation)
I want it, I made it
It's not an animation
Got no time for depression
No therapy session
Emotion, it festers
And feeds my aggression
(These chains on my tires)
They came with
(are stuck)?
My sense of direction is all the way up, up
Keep up, keep up cause I'm not coming down
I'm checking up shots, you can fight for the rebound
Got an angel and a devil seducing my head
I'm in for a three-way, I'll sleep when I'm dead
You wanted me to act out
To make you feel more backed out
Well take swill of vodka
We'll battle underwater
You say you need a father
Well baby I'm a baller
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
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Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson
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