Lyrics

DAMN PROUD OF THE MESS I MADE
I’m a rear view peripheral, visionary
My left brain—nothin’s right
My right brain—(well) nothin’s left
I steal damn near all my stuff
They say I must be blessed
‘Cause I talk crazy possessed
Now stupid don’t sound so bad
‘Cause I pray to Bugwan Rasta DooDad

I’m the fuse that lights my own damn trouble
King of the long-shot fools
I break all the crooked rules
And laugh while I lose it
Born to misbehave
I drive it like I stole it
With a middle finger held up high
DAMN PROUD OF THE MESS I MADE

Let’s go jam the joint
Like a couple of lunk-headed leeches
Pour sand in our pants
Then get wild out on the beaches
I’m missin’ some chapters
Got rocks in my head
It’s like livin’ in a full diaper
With a degree in street cred

I have a twist in my wicked smile
King of the long-shot fools
I break all the crooked rules
And I laugh while I lose
Born to misbehave
On the road to an early grave
With a middle finger held up high
DAMN PROUD OF THE MESS I MADE

Stuck in the quicksand
Got charged for the rope
That son of a dog snickered
As I slid down the slope
But I ain’t askin’ for pity
Don’t want no clean slate
Just pour me a double
And laugh at my fate

I’m the joke in a bad idea
King of the long-shot fools
I break all the crazy rules
And I laugh while I lose
Born to misbehave
On the road to an early grave
With my middle finger held up high
AND DAMN PROUD OF THE MESS I MADE