BUILDING BLUEPRINT
Next level lyrical insight is a moment away.
Lyrical Analysis of...
Hot mess
- Woke up late, missed three damn calls,
- My rent’s past due and I’m dodgin’ the walls.
- Fridge lookin’ sad, just a pickle and a lime,
- Still cookin’ bars like it’s gourmet time.
- I rap like I’m rich but I shop at the thrift,
- Got Gucci dreams and a Walmart gift.
- My car won’t start, so I jog with pride,
- Neighbors yell “damn,” when I moonwalk by.
- Got no plan, just vibes and delusion,
- My therapist said “this feels like confusion.”
- I ghosted my job, now I freelance stress,
- CEO of chaos, I don’t second guess.
- I’m petty as hell, got receipts in a folder,
- Still roast haters like a microwave soldier.
- I’m broke, I’m bold, I’m weird and I’m loud,
- But I own every flaw like it’s part of my crown.
- I’m a hot mess, stress in a hoodie,
- Talkin’ big sh*t while I eat cold pudding.
- Bills unpaid, but I flex like a boss,
- Got ketchup stains and I still drip sauce.
- I’m a hot mess, loud and unfiltered,
- Mic in my hand and my ego just tilted.
- Life’s on fire but I dance through the wreck,
- Middle finger up with respect on my neck.
- My phone cracked twice, still scrollin’ like a champ,
- Got 2% battery and a busted ass lamp.
- I flirt like a meme, got no game at all,
- Still slid in her DMs like “yo, you tall?”
- My drip’s so cursed, it got banned in Milan,
- Wore Crocs to a wedding, they said “move on.”
- I’m the glitch in the matrix, the bug in the code,
- Still spit bars like I’m in beast mode.
- I’m a hot mess, stress in a hoodie,
- Talkin’ big sh*t while I eat cold pudding.
- Bills unpaid, but I flex like a boss,
- Got ketchup stains and I still drip sauce.
- I’m a hot mess, loud and unfiltered,
- Mic in my hand and my ego just tilted.
- Life’s on fire but I dance through the wreck,
- Middle finger up with respect on my neck.
- I’m the clown in the circus, the mess in the mix,
- Got dreams on layaway and jokes that stick.
- I’m the vibe you regret but still play on repeat,
- Like Taco Bell at midnight —weird but elite.
- I’m a hot mess, stress in a hoodie,
- Talkin’ big sh*t while I eat cold pudding.
- Bills unpaid, but I flex like a boss,
- Got ketchup stains and I still drip sauce.
- I’m a hot mess, loud and unfiltered,
- Mic in my hand and my ego just tilted.
- Life’s on fire but I dance through the wreck,
- Middle finger up with respect on my neck.
What is a Blueprint?
A blueprint is like a report card for your lyrics. It contains a lyrical breakdown and analysis of all the words, syllables, and rhymes in your song.
Learn More >