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• Artiste: Rod Wave
• Titre: The Mess They Made
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(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Oh, oh Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh (FOREVEROLLING) Drifting away, moving apart Never stopping I hope that this stops (Nah) Now I'm feeling that this is running away (Yeah-yeah) Look, look, uh I keep my chest poked out, my head held high, dyin' on the inside And all through the day, I'll be okay Check on me through the night (Okay) You know life's like a party, 'til everyone goes home, everyone fades And now you're stuck cleaning up The mess they made (Uh, uh-uh, uh, mm) Cleaning up the mess they made, mm, uh And now you're stuck cleaning up the mess they made (Duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh) Mess they made (Look, look, cleaning up the mess) I don't wanna hear about the shit you say, shut your mouth You know you can't run no game, bitch, I came out that South Like my mama used to tell me, way-way back in the day "Nigga, you ain't got no motherfuckin' maids in this house" Ho, you ain't gon' play no games in this house, I kick her out I'm the one who lit your flame, bitch, go tell me what this 'bout I'm the biggest in the world, how I feel No matter what I feel, won't tell no girl how I feel, that just real I'm the one that you had run to when he broke your heart Laid up in your bed, conversatin' in the dark Then 'round him, run home when you gettin', find out you're trouble Go home and block my number Player, it's hard to play my heart (Dirt-ass), bitch, fuck you I keep my chest poked out, my head held high, dyin' on the inside And all through the day, I'll be okay (Okay) Check on me through the night You know life's like a party, 'til everyone goes home, everyone fades And now you're stuck cleaning up The mess they made (Uh) Cleaning up the mess they made (Yeah-yeah), uh And now you're stuck cleaning up the mess they made Mess they made (Like, I told you, "Great Gatsby") Cleaning up the mess they made In that dark place, so you know I'm in the dark, homie Cold-ass, boy, what it sound like? Grrah