Testo di 'Wonderful Mess' di November

Put 'em in hearse if we ain't fucking with em
They talking all that shit if we ain't fucking with 'em
Looking for an angel when the devil visits
They saying time is money we ain't had a minute
They see me doing better now they in my business
If money is the root of all evil keep your distance
She rock red bottoms but she ain't religious
They saying I'm a star when I pass everybody wishing

How many hoes wanna f*ck with the man
This the type of shit they will never understand
Plotting on the boy they ain't fucking with plan
Pockets full of money always got 'em running back
Trust nobody put the money in the safe
Dropped a few tapes and it's never been the same
Been hungry for this shit and I'ma give myself a taste
I've been on the grind I ain't never had a break

Sounding like a church and they listen like the masses
Said I'm dead to her but I look fly in a casket
She told you you the one but I'm the winner in her bracket
Apples to oranges get the f*ck up out your basket
This the new version of me
I'm killing everything I see like a virgin to peace
Your worst enemy can be your own memory uh
When I'm at my lowest they act like they afraid me uh
Yeah ay
Need a tech and a vest
The title of this movie it's a wonderful mess
Yes
When I listen I'm never convinced
They say money don't bring joy but been happy ever since