Artist: Mike Posner Album: The Layover (Mixtape) Song: A Perfect Mess Typed by: AZ Lyrics So whats a young man to do Had a million in the bank when I turned 22. Alright It might've saved me Doing impressions of myself so people say it hasn't changed me If only that were true now. But ain't a artist in the game that can do what I do I ain't your little secret no more. But listen real close, and I give you One more See all of these American dreams, that I find myself living out Mixed with all of these man-made woman that I find myself digging out They tell me all day long to get a bodyguard to help myself get around But I ain't ever been afraid of people getting inside, I'm more afraid of What I got on the inside, getting out And what was left. A perfect mess And if we forget. A perfect mess And what was left. A perfect mess That we forget Been a while since 09 remember when I told you it was it was a matter of time Did you believe me? Did it take this long? I told Sean if I ever got on that I'd never ever buy a chain with ice And I didn't Before this all changed my life, from dreams in the dorm room to doing big things In the boardroom See all of these non-American bottles that I find myself sipping out Mixed with all of the things Imma have to relearn and one day live without Mixed all of the things inside my head that I can't figure out But I ain't ever been afraid of people seeing inside, I'm more afraid of What I got on the inside, getting out And what was left. A perfect mess And if we forget. A perfect mess And what was left. A perfect mess That we forget.