A Perfect Mess

So whats a young man to do
Had a million in the bank when I turned 22. Alright.
It might’ve saved me
Doing impressions of myself so people say it hasn’t changed me.
If only that were true now. But ain’t a artist in the game that can do what
I do.
I ain’t your little secret no more. But listen real close, and I give you
One more.
See all of these American dreams, that I find myself living out.
Mixed with all of these man-made woman that I find myself digging out.
They tell me all day long to get a bodyguard to help myself get around.
But I ain’t ever been afraid of people getting inside, I’m more afraid of
What I got on the inside, getting out.
And what was left. A perfect mess.
And if we forget. A perfect mess.
And what was left. A perfect mess.
That we forget.
Been a while since 09 remember when I told you it was it was a matter of time
Did you believe me? Did it take this long?
I told Sean if I ever got on that I’d never ever buy a chain with ice.
And I didn’t.
Before this all changed my life, from dreams in the dorm room to doing big
things
In the boardroom.
See all of these non-American bottles that I find myself sipping out.
Mixed with all of the things Imma have to relearn and one day live without.
Mixed all of the things inside my head that I can’t figure out.
But I ain’t ever been afraid of people seeing inside, I’m more afraid of
What I got on the inside, getting out.
And what was left. A perfect mess.
And if we forget. A perfect mess.
And what was left. A perfect mess.
That we forget.