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    B-L-E-S-S-T-H-I-S-M-E-S-S
    Will you bless this mess?
    B-L-E-S-S-T-H-I-S-M-E-S-S
    Will you bless this mess?

    Simple angel, perfect devil
    Can I come inside?
    I'm feeling like larva
    I'm frumpy like Martha
    A 15-foot Parka
    I grow out my clothes
    Eat till I'm sleepy
    The muffins are beefy
    A giant diamond
    When you're blessed, it shows

    You wanted me to act up
    To make you feel more backed up
    Well, take swig of vodka
    We'll battle underwater
    You say you need a father
    Well, baby, I'm a baller
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

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    B-L-E-S-S-T-H-I-S-M-E-S-S
    Will you bless this mess?
    B-L-E-S-S-T-H-I-S-M-E-S-S
    Will you bless this mess?

    No rehash, no rehab
    No empty simulation
    I want it, I made it
    It's not an animation
    Got no time for depression
    No therapy session
    Inertia, it festers
    And feeds my aggression
    The chains on my tires
    They came with it, they're stock
    My sense of direction is all the way up, up

    Keep up, keep up 'cause I'm not coming down
    I'm jacking up shots, you can fight for the rebound
    Got an angel and a devil seducing my head
    I'm in for a three-way, I'll sleep when I'm dead

    You wanted me to act out
    To make you feel more backed up
    Well, take swig of vodka
    We'll battle underwater
    You say you need a father
    Well, baby, I'm a baller
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh
    I won't ever grow up, oh-oh-oh

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    Composición: Tilian Pearson, Tim Feerick, Matt Mingus, Will Swan y Jon Mess

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