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Hayley Williams Video (MV)




Performed By: Chandler.
Featuring: Fellaair
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Chandler Matkins




Chandler. - Hayley Williams Lyrics
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[ Featuring Fellaair ]

I don't even have the energy for this shit anymore
I'm tired of hearing it
Bless you, Fellaair
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out
Out with a buddy from Italy, we smoking basil
Oregano sheesh and you couldn't change me
If I was out rapping on cable
Six deep at a table
I'd never speak of a fable
Avacado cut up and we dipping the chip and I pass it to Gabriel
Why are you coming to me like I do not got plans for the night
Why are you coming to me like I'm chilly in a lot of ice
Been living like I got a billion lives
Whipping the focus, but whipping like I got a billi in mind
I'm Miley way I keep a Billy in mind
Cypher I climb, then I recline
Get to bagging a dime and doing some crime
They thinking they mine
It's really sublime the way that we passing the time
But it's a fine line
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out
I'm out in BK with a couple of dogs, Brooklyn shit
I came from VA with a pack of the fog and a lighter flick
I been feeling like Wayne, smoking the bog
While you be a goofy snitch
You cannot get near me, I am just too legit
Tell you to "get back" like Ludacris
Beaver, I got 'em like, damn
Son, I go ham
I don't throw hands
I just throw bands
And I put it on the gram
Everything off of the cam
Feeling every single jam
Just to show off for the fam
You are not fam, fam
You could never be the man, man
Out it just ain't gonna pan, fam
Go throw ya pen in the can, man
You just do not understand, man
You can barely even stand, fam
If you were rapping the way I was rapping
Then, maybe you would not be damned, fam
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out, out, out
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy hazy hazy
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy hazy hazy
Misery Business, Hayley Hayley Hayley Hayley Hayley
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I don't even have the energy for this shit anymore
I'm tired of hearing it
Bless you, Fellaair
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out
Out with a buddy from Italy, we smoking basil
Oregano sheesh and you couldn't change me
If I was out rapping on cable
Six deep at a table
I'd never speak of a fable
Avacado cut up and we dipping the chip and I pass it to Gabriel
Why are you coming to me like I do not got plans for the night
Why are you coming to me like I'm chilly in a lot of ice
Been living like I got a billion lives
Whipping the focus, but whipping like I got a billi in mind
I'm Miley way I keep a Billy in mind
Cypher I climb, then I recline
Get to bagging a dime and doing some crime
They thinking they mine
It's really sublime the way that we passing the time
But it's a fine line
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out
I'm out in BK with a couple of dogs, Brooklyn shit
I came from VA with a pack of the fog and a lighter flick
I been feeling like Wayne, smoking the bog
While you be a goofy snitch
You cannot get near me, I am just too legit
Tell you to "get back" like Ludacris
Beaver, I got 'em like, damn
Son, I go ham
I don't throw hands
I just throw bands
And I put it on the gram
Everything off of the cam
Feeling every single jam
Just to show off for the fam
You are not fam, fam
You could never be the man, man
Out it just ain't gonna pan, fam
Go throw ya pen in the can, man
You just do not understand, man
You can barely even stand, fam
If you were rapping the way I was rapping
Then, maybe you would not be damned, fam
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy
Misery Business, Hayley
Told me come through, I told 'em maybe
Clock on the wrist, tick tick, lazy
White, nasal
Wet, naval
Came with a third, Quavo
Out, out, out, out
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy hazy hazy
Drip, drip, drip, all hazy hazy hazy
Misery Business, Hayley Hayley Hayley Hayley Hayley
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Writer: Chandler Matkins
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Missing Link Music

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