Beautiful Mess

Look at my beautiful mess The more I stress the more the lucrative checks Make me feel half a man Now who could could have guessed I set my tool on a dresser And hope somebody need it more than I do To make a song about the boy that I shoot What would I do without you? Life as an artist I paint over mistakes Until I learn they love them more than the greats Some more mistakes Ima make Let's see how far all theses flaws can take me I left Europe on the way to Jamaica Look at my beautiful mess People pay to see me do what I do And pay more to hear me say what I done Look at my beautiful mess See the painting, see the bruises I use To paint the picture of the moon and the sun Look at your beautiful dress Look at the way the painting look when I cry Look at the way the price go up when I die Knew they could never resist They acting like they wanna know Well I'll show em Here's a glimpse into the wicked life Look at my beautiful mess Tylenol for the alcohol The ego done got involved So the people gone see him back on that bullshit I hope you know you don't gotta call Baby I buy the mall, I'll have you swap by the mall No bullshit Bend the corner First Bentley owner in the family To basically shape the family tree Confused on how to handle me I randomly catapult my mind inside the canopy Been dodging all the rain The wet dogs are not a fan of me Can't stand to see Flaws as big as y'all Get applauded for They wanna see my head on a stick With locks that'll mop the floor Unlock the door Is what I been screaming for years Don't know what key that it is Don't what key that it ain't Keep tryna see what it is Running from it Don't know how to see something Without a crowd if he jumping But it's surrounding me Huh Here what it gotta be, huh I hope you proud of me Just put it on display and make em pay Look at my beautiful mess People pay to see me do what I do And pay more to hear me say what I done Look at my beautiful mess See the painting, see the bruises I use To paint the picture of the moon and the sun Look at your beautiful dress Look at the way the painting look when I cry Look at the way the price go up when I die Knew they could never resist They acting like they wanna know Well I'll show em Here's a glimpse into the wicked life Look at my beautiful mess Look at all the applause Look at unusual texts Look at the weight on my heart Look at the art when I'm stressed Look at they face when I make it Look at the time that I spent Look at the years that been wasted If ain making no dents Look at the cameras I painted Look at the thanks that I get Look at the check that I'm handed Aye can you do it again Aye can you do it again Aye can you do it again Aye can you do it this time smile and don't curse for the kids Aye can you hurry the labels worried It gotta be big The critics grabbing they pen The crowds bobbing they head The fans wishing I did more like before I got big But it wasn't pay the rent No one was listening then Eventually, everybody fades away Look at the beautiful mess Babe, come back to bed Nobody's out there Come back to bed Come give me one of those massages