Writing Exercise #24 Video (MV)

Yeah
I'm a

I'm a mess mama
Gotta get some things off my chest mama
I'd be lying if I said I did my best mama
I got lies, I got grief, got regrets mama
I'm a mess mama

Take me back to blockbuster
You would tell me find a movie they not cussin
Dont treat no black people like we not cousins
That shit went over my head like crop duster
I'm still peeking at the world over countertops
On my tippy toes reaching for the mountain tops
And nowadays I'm up late cause I'm down a lot
The other day a girl told me I be out a lot
I been dealing with these women at a rapid pace
You know the lies gotta real bad aftertaste
I had to play both sides when the side switches
I had to try to hide bitches from my side bitches
I'm a mess mama
Room still a mess mama
I made my bed but the sheets wasn't stretched mama
When you left all I ever did was rest mama
Was this chicken in the microwave? Yes mama

I'm a mess mama
Gotta get some things off my chest mama
I'd be lying if I said I did my best mama
I got lies, I got grief, got regrets mama
I'm a mess mama

Turn this car around I don't know how to act out Hollywood
I don't know how to act
I need a power nap
This life is a hourglass and I need a hour back
'Cause I don't know how it happened
I need a early dismissal
This is an emergency, very official
I'm walking throught the hallways carrying tissue
Back then you'd be worried now I'm worried witchu
Hold my hand cause this street is wild
Hold my had cause I'm still your child
Hold my hand cause its hard to smile
And mama its been that way for a while
I'm a, I'm a mess, I'm a mess mama
I been dealing with some stress I'm depressed mama
And I wasn't a good host to my guests Mama
You said when you get back to be dressed mama
Ok yes ma

I'm a mess mama
Gotta get some things off my chest mama
I'd be lying if I said I did my best mama
I got lies, I got grief, got regrets mama
I'm a mess mama