Hear me out,
Shut up and listen for a minute
It's time to clean all these closets out
Starting with you
Sweet as a rose, but yet still covered in thorns
It's hurting your image (Hurting your image)
Everyday you chose to live for the moment
It sure got you dirty (It sure got you dirty)
Girl, you a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug
Yeah
Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na
Girl you a fine-ass mess
Baby
Girl you a fine-ass mess
Oh, yeah
Girl you a fine-ass mess
Oh, baby, yeah
There's certain things that you just can't do, hold up
Nobody laying in the bed that you made but you
(No one in that bed but you girl)
You won't see the beauty I see
Red lights 'til you clean off your mirror
Down and dusted, broke and disgusted
Baby, don't trust the smoke and the mirrors
I'll show you what's clearer
You can't be a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug
She might say you're sexy
The whole world knows
Her beauty don't impress me cause her attitude cold
Can be classy or trashy, no way to be both
Either one or the other, are you copper or gold?
Are you copper or gold?
Let me know
Girl you a fine-ass mess
Baby
Girl you a fine-ass mess
Oh, yeah
Girl, you a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug
You can't be a fine-ass mess
I hate that it's true
Baby, it's time to get the mud off your dress
Way too much been swept up under your rug