Lyrical Breakdown of Mess - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mess" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mess" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Lil Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Lil Wayne's narrative.

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Because my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love Fuck it, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess She gon' have to excuse my ex I'ma have to excuse her pets She gon' have to be juicy wet if she gon' ride on this Tune Express I'ma have to excuse her text She gon' have to exclude the rest She gon' have to tell dudes to step Nigga, to the left, nigga, to the left Messy, messy on some Percocets Smoking purple veggie, that's my herbal essence With a curvy, sexy woman hurting extra 'cause I'm working extra I just heard her lecture, but I swerved the questions And reserved a section with a bunch of bitches that prefer the pleasure It's quarter-to-seven They just heard the shower water runnin' in the morning Dirty Devil, I'm a mess But I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into XO Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, no pressure, it's a jungle out here Fell in love with a stripper, Lord, I know she got bills But I'ma make it rain until she see a flood of ideas Got me all up in my feelings without knowing what I feel I'm a mess And now she over talking about staying over And she ask could she call her clan over? I say that's the shit and now we asshole-ing Now fast forward 'til the morning time Broken glasses with a bunch of ashes, makeup, and lashes Out of place mattress, shit happens 'cause my days is a mess I'm sorry babe, but I gotta let go Now she feel like she on death row She don't believe in ghosts 'til I get ghost And I can hear her teardrops echo Her teardrops turn into Petrol Put yourself in my shoes but you got to tiptoe 'Cause my days is a mess My nights is a mess, my life is a mess My life is a mess My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones, my bae is a mess My side bitch a mess, my wifey a mess I guess, my bae is obsessed My side bitch possessed, my wifey careless But you gon' have to excuse my mess Yes, fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones I'm making a mess with all of these ones Fuck it, more ones, fuck it, more ones My life is a mess of happiness Lust, sex, obsession, desire with no love But fuck it, more ones