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Rod Wave - The Mess They Made (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
Lyrics
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Composer
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr
Composer
Cameron Hubler
Cameron Hubler
Composer
Michael Roberge
Michael Roberge
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TntXD
TntXD
Producer
FOREVEROLLING
FOREVEROLLING
Producer
Berge.af
Berge.af
Producer
unclecameron
unclecameron
Producer
Travis Harrington
Travis Harrington
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(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, 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, hm) Cleaning up the mess they made, hm, uh And now you're stuck cleaning up the mess they made (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's just real I'm the one that you had run to when he broke your heart Laid up in my bed, conversatin' in the dark Then 'round him, run home when you're gettin', find out you're trouble Go home and block my number Play his heart, then 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 The 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
Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Rodarius Green, Jeffrey Lynn Jr Jones, Michael Roberge, Cameron Hublert Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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