This is a song about "I m messed up i guess"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

I"m the designated driver

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Of her father's #residence, i was even farther messed up

I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

I guess i just grew up too quick,went through to much shit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

They like talking, its like gossip

I guess that i fucked up, we didn't fuck but

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

I just want somebody i can see