Sybyr – Hella Mess Lyrics (feat. Devin Will & $hy)

[Intro]
Ringe
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sybyr]
Praying for a feel while a year to come
Nothing f**king special, if you get in a damn coma
f**k you know I’m Sy, cause I’m currently in pain
(Aye)
I won’t be alive, you better sound like I’m in pain (Aye)
Ringe make me cringe, giving hellys make you sit (Aye)
Wonder what the world would be if I was making sense (Aye)
It don’t f**king matter, not like I will make a cent (Aye)
Bitches stuck on old, that’s okay
I’ll melt the fence (Aye)
Bitch your name is ringe
Get it through your f**king skull
I will not go for it, this shit ain’t a f**king note (Aye)
Ran up outta topics, everything I say is boring (Aye)
Not that I should care ’cause my head already full (Aye)

[Hook: Sybyr]
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress

[Verse 2: Devin Will]
Yea, who are you?
Talking shit, well, check your f**king neck
Clvn rallies ruin lives and our shows are close to death
Motherf**ker, step back, we all know you ain’t strapped
And if your silly ass works, you’ll still be giving us that
Because we’ve been the f**king best and got proof to show it
You play them songs all day, the lyrics bad, you know it
If I let the pussy cry, we all let the money talk
You a stalk, guarantee you make vagina dry
Goddamn, that was a bummy track, but shit still stink
Why everybody think they got the cleanest plates in the sink?
If my fam is gotta eat then you gotta f**king think
You the mans who forgot to open eyes when he blink
Bitch

[Hook: Devin Will]
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress

[Verse 3: Yung $hy]
I been tryna fix myself for 3 years, man
Every time I do, I just end up in tears, yea
If you wanna try and fix me, baby, that’s k
But you’ll throw your life away, you gonna throw your life away
Every time I pick the mic up, it just feels the same
I wanna off myself with no damn restrain
They told me “Wesley, you should stay inside your f**king lane”
But I’ve been in so long, I think I’ve gone insane
I don’t get no hype I don’t know
They told me they don’t like that shit, it don’t go
And they don’t like the music, they don’t like the video
But I just took it down, I don’t care no more
I only get hella pay on the weak shit
Y’all don’t even like it if I got a couple features
Every time I come out my show, you don’t talk
You just wanna shit where I play my from the block

[Hook: Yung $hy]
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella f**king mess, I’m a hella f**king mess
Only ’cause I reach certain type of new stress

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