Mess - Robstar

I was nothin' but a mess again, I know that

Sorry I’m a fuck up, time for the relapse

I know that you see that, I know that I’ll be that

If you ever left, do you think that you’d go back?

Vibin' after hittin' my bong again

Say you love me but I’m sick of the song again

If you hate me that’s fine, I don’t need a friend

I’m just waitin' in my room for the world to end

I was nothin' but a mess again, I know that

Sorry I’m a fuck up, time for the relapse

I know that you see that, I know that I’ll be that

If you ever left, do you think that you’d go back?

Vibin' after hittin' my bong again

Say you love me but I’m sick of the song again

If you hate me that’s fine, I don’t need a friend

I’m just waitin' in my room for the world to end

Yeah I’m nothin' but a mess again

I keep it in my head

While th streetlights are passing by

Cheap alcohol and cigaretts

They smell it on my breath

Like, don’t worry I’m still high

Feel it in my veins it’s intense

I feel the weight on my chest

When she don’t wanna look me in my eye

All my issues seem to coalesce

But bitch I’m gon' be the best

If I ain’t blowin' up then I’m gonna die

Couple grams on me

Bitch I’m gettin' too high for my problems

Ice fall in my drink

Even sober I don’t think that I could solve 'em

Now she all up on me

You didn’t sound like this when you were callin'

Pussy wet on my jeans

Bitch I feel like I’m fallin'

I was nothin' but a mess again, I know that

Sorry I’m a fuck up, time for the relapse

I know that you see that, I know that I’ll be that

If you ever left, do you think that you’d go back?

Vibin' after hittin' my bong again

Say you love me but I’m sick of the song again

If you hate me that’s fine, I don’t need a friend

I’m just waitin' in my room for the world to end

Yeah I’m nothin' but a mess again

I keep it in my head

While the streetlights are passing by

Cheap alcohol and cigarettes

They smell it on my breath

Like, don’t worry I’m still high

Feel it in my veins it’s intense

I feel the weight on my chest

When she don’t wanna look me in my eye

All my issues seem to coalesce

But bitch I’m gon' be the best

If I ain’t blowin' up then I’m gonna die

Couple grams on me

Bitch I’m gettin' too high for my problems

Ice fall in my drink

Even sober I don’t think that I could solve 'em

Now she all up on me

You didn’t sound like this when you were callin'

Pussy wet on my jeans

Bitch I feel like I’m fallin'