Lil Wayne – Mess Lyrics

Mess

Lil Wayne

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"Mess." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 09:47 pm

Album: Tha Carter V

Track No: 19

Because my days is a mess
My nights is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
Fuck it, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess
She gon' have to excuse my ex
I'ma have to excuse her pets
She gon' have to be juicy wet
If she gon' ride on this Tune express
I'ma have to excuse her text
She gon' have to exclude the rest
And she gon' have to tell dudes to
"Step, ****, to the left, ****, to the left"
Messy, messy on some Percocets
I'm smokin' purple veggie, that's my Herbal Essence
With a curvy, sexy woman, hurting extra
'Cause I'm working extra, I just heard her lecture
But I swerve the questions and reserve a section
With a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure
It's quarter to seven
They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning
Dirty devil, I'm a mess
But I'm sorry, babe, but I gotta let go
Now she feeling like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts till I get ghost
And I can hear her tears drops echo
Her tear drops turned into XO
Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta tip-toe
'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess, yes
No pressure, it's a jungle out here
I fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills
But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas
Got me all up in my feelings without knowin' what I feel
I'm a mess
And now she over, talkin' 'bout stayin' over
And she ask, could she call her clan over?
I said, "That's the shit" and now we asshole-ing
Now fast-forward to the mornin' time
Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes
Make-up and lashes, had to replace the mattress
Shit happens 'cause my days is a mess
I'm sorry, baby, but I gotta let go
Now she feeling like she on death row
She don't believe in ghosts till I get ghost
And I can hear her tears drops echo
Her tear drops turned into petrol
Put yourself in my shoes, but you gotta tip-toe
'Cause my days is a mess
My nights is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess
My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess
I guess my bae is obsessed
My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless
But you gon' have to excuse my mess, yes
Fuck it, more ones
Fuck it, more ones
Fuck it, more ones
Fuck it, more ones
I'm making a mess
With all of these ones
Fuck it, more ones
Fuck it, more ones
My life is a mess of happiness
Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love
But fuck it, more ones

Writer(s): Lil Wayne & Marco Rodriguez.

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