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fr4nkie - mess lyrics

[chorus: manchester hypes]
look around and all i see is mess
look around and all i see is mess
in the streets, all i see is death
keep it clean but all they leave is mess
i did right while all my people left
told her baby all i need is head
just the face, i ain’t need ya’ stress
got off my seat, all i see is mess

[verse 1: fr4nkie]
all i see is mess, bro say f+cking less
same address, in the station they confess, we can’t acquiesce
xp, i’ve got the grade, this is not a test
and i’m still flat out on the sesh, i’ll put one through your flesh
that’s not flizzer that’s the press
that one fluff out that’s comprеssed
they wanna ask why man’s deprеssed
i seen a man get stabbed to death
and it’s gotta be more to this life than racks and checks
i ain’t never had no abs and pecs, but i ain’t gotta chat no waps i’m x
i’m a f+cking fella
back when riri made umbrella
i had to pull string like paul weller
watched man pipe that straight off a stella
i’m in a cellar, fling up a tent but it ain’t coach+lla
and i used to scr+pe up a tenner
can’t see my boat on a [?] like emma
wagwan my genna? same old same old yeah man active
differences but i’m still adaptive
them times there i had [?] captive
in the pub with a mad kid he’s eight legs deep come like an arachnid
all that chat on the mic but that’s not how you acted, bro it’s a mess
[chorus: manchester hypes]
look around and all i see is mess
look around and all i see is mess
in the streets, all i see is death
keep it clean but all they leave is mess
i did right while all my people left
told her baby all i need is head
just the face, i ain’t need ya’ stress
got off my seat, all i see is mess

[verse 2: manchester hypes]
all i see is mess when i look around
gotta push a round, get a mop and i book it out
clean and dirty, i show ‘em how to polish up i got a sound
too bad it ain’t no good about, no love they’re just doing it for the love of clout
put it down then i put her down
got trust issues no i’m someone protecting my own
most of my charm so i said that i flex on my ex but i don’t
if we don’t win the lot then we spin the block like tetrominoes
you take l’s on the roads but, no matter what they can’t censor my soul
trust rudeboy you don’t wanna try that, someone’ll try act sylvester stallone
see, out here man are getting jing and blammed, yin and yang, best of the both
man whip out the toys for them that’s from boys to men it’s like there’s no end to the roads
bad but can’t put a vest on ya’ dome
from the dirt there’s still potential to grow
trust me i got credentials to show
me and x have been the best for a mo’
game’s been a mess infested with wallads
got smoke for man that’s blakash
dishing out car like tapas
all day broad day something got khalas’ed
ain’t got gyal like manners
go around you and ladies get harassed
come for the fade just like boosie badazz
and put an end to a sad+act, burst

- fr4nkie lyrics

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