Sybyr – Hella Mess lyrics

[Intro]
Ringe
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Sybyr]
Praying for a feel while a year to come
Nothing fucking special, if you get in a damn coma
Fuck 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 fucking 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 fucking skull
I will not go for it, this shit ain't a fucking 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 fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking mess
Only 'cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking mess
Only 'cause I reach certain type of new stress

[Verse 2: Devin Will]
Yea, who are you?
Talking shit, well, check your fucking neck
Clvn rallies ruin lives and our shows are close to death
Motherfucker, 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 fucking 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 fucking think
You the mans who forgot to open eyes when he blink
Bitch

[Hook: Devin Will]
Hella fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking mess
Only 'cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking mess
Only 'cause I reach certain type of new stress
Hella fucking mess, I'm a hella fucking mess
Only 'cause I reach certain type of new stress