Mess Around lyrics

I'll be honest
I been feelin venomous
And every single f*ckin thought I have is f*ckin dangerous
I'm favoring the mental state to issues I been catering
The basic plan is basically to fake the sh*t and wait it out

f*ckin done with sh*t no need to play it out
And I don't want discussion lil b*tch
I won't debate around
But if my baby ask me not to fade a stupid f*ck
You better pray to god
That I don't take these hands and do the ‘mess around’

I been feelin anxious since the day begun
Smoked a couple blunts and now I'm finally f*ckin fading in
But I'm still feelin frantic I can't handle what I'm holdin in
I'm prayin you don't start what I been motherf*cking finishing

Young mind, dying six five
What's the f*ckin cost
Don't lie, gave your whole life
I been f*ckin lost
I'll find, I'll take whats mine
Motherf*ck a cost
Don't die, resurrect and fly
I'm the albatross

I'll be honest
I been feelin venomous
And every single f*ckin thought I have is f*ckin dangerous
I'm favoring the mental state to issues I been catering
The basic plan is basically to fake the sh*t and wait it out

f*ckin done with sh*t no need to play it out
And I don't want discussion lil b*tch
I won't debate around
But if my baby ask me not to fade a stupid fvck
You better pray to god
That I don't take these hands and do the ‘mess around’

Strapped up like its metal gear you can call me snake
So come and meet your fate I am a
Blade up on my hip
Got the smoke clenched in my lips
Got your b*tch up on my di*k
Ima spread disease like a plague maiden
Feelin like an architect but I ain't no Freemason
Built my own empire feelin like I'm Darth Vader
Full suit of armor I come equipped I got the dark saber

Ima be honest I lost my will to live some time ago
Hate it fills my heart don't give a f*ck I ain't got time for hoes
Glock up to your head I pull the trigger watch your head explode
Send me to the gallows I lost my mind my brain is decomposed

I'll be honest
I been feelin venomous
And every single f*ckin thought I have is f*ckin dangerous
I'm favoring the mental state to issues I been catering
The basic plan is basically to fake the sh*t and wait it out

f*ckin done with sh*t no need to play it out
And I don't want discussion lil b*tch
I won't debate around
But if my baby ask me not to fade a stupid f*ck
You better pray to god
That I don't take these hands and do the ‘mess around’