Hot Mess Lyrics

Jacob Bryant

Three kids and one on the way
Divorced, that's what they say
Trailer up on blocks
Can't even pay it off
IHOP on Tuesday night, she got
Two shifts, y'all that ain't right
I heard he went to jail
And man I bet that's hell
Well...

God bless that, hot mess that
Train wreck that keeps on rollin', yeah
God bless that, hot mess
That don't even know if the next day is comin'
You can say what you want
But God bless the hot mess
For keepin' on

Those pills make her feel
Nothin' when she can't deal
Yeah they talk behind her back
Yeah she's doin' what she has to do
They line up to see
Her do the same routine
It's a dirty money town
But she don't let that get her down
No...

God bless that, hot mess that
Train wreck that keeps on rollin', yeah
God bless that, hot mess
That don't even know if the next day is comin'
You can say what you want
But God bless the hot mess
For keepin' on

Yet her prayers, they go up the same
So you can't point your finger
Who are you to blame?

God bless that, hot mess that
Train wreck that keeps on rollin', yeah
God bless that, hot mess
That don't even know if the next day is comin'
You can say what you want
Well...

God bless that, hot mess that
Train wreck that keeps on rollin', yeah
God bless that, hot mess
That don't even know if the next day is comin'
You can say what you want
But God bless the hot mess
For keepin' on

Yeah God bless the hot mess
For keepin' on

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