Zachary Campos - Mess

Who would've guessed
That i'd be so depressed
Lights around my name
Lately nothing but shame
'cause i can't keep a job
And i feel like a slob
Music is my passion
But the pressure keeps stacking
I want some cash in my pocket
I'll go to a studio door and knock it down
'cause i got the sounds of a broken generation
I could use a vacation
I'm a mess
Yes, i'm a mess
What am i gonna do?
What am i gonna do?
I'm a mess
Yes, i'm a mess
What am i gonna do?
What am i gonna do?
I'm on that brockhampton type of wave
For a path to success, that's what i'm trying to pave
Leading myself to a higher sense of existence
Watching movies on a towel of a car that won the piston cup
Gotta grow up
Gotta get out of my own cranium
To the leapers, what did jesus say to them?
I don't know who i am
Lost in a mind that i don't understand
I'm a mess
Yes, i'm a mess
What am i gonna do?
What am i gonna do?
I'm a mess
Yes, i'm a mess
What am i gonna do?
What am i gonna do?