Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

You smoked all my dope, chased a rainbow, and then you sang a song
You drank all our beers, picked some flowers and things were going strong
You tripped all our blotter and went out for a ride
Now settle down and have some children 'cause your brain is fried

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

Take a puff of meth-amphetamines, eating TV dinner on my slip and slide
Take Dr. Pepper and nicorette, foaming the carbon dioxide
Time lapsed rock and nanny pills trolling on our lives
Now settle down and have some children because your brain is fried

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

You huffed on my clank drank with Kool Aid when your drug was dry
You pucked all my chill chill pills when you thought you're gonna die
You ate my Captain Crunch, chase the dragon, went to hide
Now settle down and have my children because your brain is fried

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my baby
Don't you mess up my

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Writer(s): Cole Alexander, Ian St. Pe Brown, Jared Swilley, Joseph Bradley