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hayfever - faruk saan lyrics

[intro]

(2e on the beat)

[verse 1]

huh, tuyi

a blade of grass could just wipe the floor
with my ass so, i just stayed in class
i was staring at misses back
stuck inside for lunch
even had me a special pass
i sneeze, my mama gave a bath
i was last, running up that hill
now i’m done grown up still popping pills
for the boredom i read up my percy
learned how to die and look good i’m skullduggery
imma say it with honesty i do not f*ck with you childish n*ggas
my superheroes a vasectomy
hating on me for my special needs

[chorus]

the pills kick in and dry my eyes (yeah, yeah, yeah)
right on time, (woo)
it’s that hay fever my guy, i’m not the type (i’m not the type)
why would i lie (why would i lie)
when i could be, high (high)
visit the plug coz he’s on a motive tonight
the pills kick in and dry my eyes (yeah, yeah, yeah)
right on time, (woo)
it’s that hay fever my guy, i’m not the type (i’m not the type)
why would i lie (why would i lie)
when i could be, high (high)
visit the plug coz he’s on a motive tonight

[verse 2]

i cannot share my ribena
cold world i grew up in a freezers
imma spill it and…(splash)
dedicate that to the cleaners
i fell asleep at the wheels, call me a dreamer
i get distracted, but the tunnel vision let me seen her
the struggle for some is too real
but the jungle has now made me a leader
i’m not gonna thrive in your sympathy
give to me when i ask for your jewellery
i’m loving the way i look cleaner
the village boy, that’s where i grew up in
look at how far i have came, i ain’t been back since
i’m waiting till i get paid, but borris is taking the p*ss with the taxes

probably why i took so long to cook
most of my family still eating good
my readers would tell my life in a book
and it was written from the start like my hooks
stopping to take in the view
i don’t even know how to spell the word broke
my english teacher should be proud, no?
wonder whether i could go ot
coz, i don’t f*ck with the weather
wet n*ggas make sweet ones bitter
ain’t you sick of dead rizz
come chat in my ear instead
you’ll saved as princess, on my phone, but just text
got hotline business, where’s my tissue?
i’m about to sneeze
[chorus]

[verse 3]

i started this music thing for the sake of my friends
i’ll give it to him, gotta give em props
like i’m an estate we don’t talk much
but you know we’ll make it put our heads down
lay low and renovate and the haters gone imitate
make the money go speak for itself like it’s andrew tate
if you see me working, then i’m way too bait
tell me why you going parties sitting down
in the middle of function, no sounds
i still gotta get it on
i do this for kids, i’m talking about mine
not his and anyone with open ears
i’ve done it for years f*ck you for f*cking with this
pause […]
still get my daily bread on a regular gotta daily head
by the end of it pay with my common sense
issa album i been investing in
so, hurry up come in and take a seat
this was made in the summer 98
summer baby with hay fever what a mess
anyways listen to the rest (b*tch)
[chorus]

it’s that hay fever my guy, i’m not the type (i’m not the type)
when i could be, high (high)
visit the plug coz he’s on a motive tonight

lyrics provided to g*nius by ultrascope music publishing group

- faruk saan lyrics

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