God Bless This Mess

Lyrics

Oooh, you look like trouble I am not the one I hate to burst your little bubble I been making numbers gaining traction on the double They hate to see you winning but they love to say they love you They love to say how they remember back when you were nothing They hate you cause you're doing something Can it cause you're frontin' Looking like I'm mad Maybe mad at the world If I'm looking like I'm mad, baby that's a good assumption I got it cause I got it I never had instruction Wander high and lay low The only way I function I get it when I'm talkin' I spend it when I wanna I wonder why the feeling fades away and then it doesn't I thought I wanted buzzin', but the buzzin' is too much Its like I got so many options, but I lost my sense of touch And lost all feeling after feeling what it's like to give a fuck If I could turn back time I wouldn't, I would rather break the clock When I feel I'm at my weakest point the point is not to waste it But to chase it, cause right now my power is to great to stop You can face the face of death or face the fear that takes your breath Or let the fear inside you guide you The stakes are what make you blessed