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that can make for a change
Even if that changing only lasts for a day
Cause hating everything's turning hozee insane
So something something I'm begging

of an expedition
Our DNA got the code
They studying the encryption
I'm sick to my stomach
I'm in need of a good physician
God is the doctor and
We in need of a good

nonsense blame
Pain, I'm feeling nothing on my brain
Because it's already drained by you or the same mistakes
I would cleave your face
But I won't since I

im in your town just here to kick it for the weekend
Naw you aint my bitch just the one that I be freakin
Fuck yo job baby say you sick so we can sleep

Sometimes i be feelin lonely
So i go nd chase the buck
Cus the moeny money
My only motive
And it's funny funny
I'm sick like covid
Can't trust no dummy dummy

No there's no reason to my life, but I'm really okay
I feel the fire, the melting pain but I'm really okay
What's sick and tired, I'm going insane but

freshener
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent
The ghosts are steppin' in to roast your set again

I dosed your medicine, now I'm winnin' by default
Split you

we hop to what's hip
I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let it slip
I'm so St. Louis, ask my tattooist
I was like "The Waterboy," now they sayin,

a fuck how you feel
I'm the baddest bitch in here
I don't have to steal
So sick of playing by the rules 
Ain't gon be nobody's puppet
Gon show the world

Aint put puttin my hands up for nobody
My nigga im gripping the heat
I Rather be judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Rather be

Pick Yourself Up

Fred Astaire

A Couple of Song and Dance Men

1976

To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.

Nothing's impossible I have

Next in Line

Nevermore

The Politics of Ecstasy

1996

they brainwashed you
Life is seen so cold and benign,

I don't want to be saved I'm next in line to die
Labeled sick, but I'm just a man, everyone I

changed for whoever
But I think it's for the better
That I'm by myself
Yeah
By myself once again
Sick and tired don't wanna play around
This time you know

the skills to dig in the Earth?
Re-plant the seeds that bear the fruits of liberty
Banks holding up a CBDC over me
And if you're sick of it like I'm sick

to the drugs
Love so toxic that you got me tryna buy my final tux
Hit the plug, three times in a day, yeah that's a must
Sick of all the bullshit love that's

down everyting
Coffin, grave, skeleton
Yeah, in that order and I know I do music
Gang but please don't let that fool ya
Yeah, I'm quick with words
But

to be all blown up
I hit the stage and I spit that shit
So sick it make 'em all throw up
They hands in the spit that shit so
Sick it make them all throw

sick? Then I'm a hot tattie 
Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'm a sound off
This nigga's a clown y'all
Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri

I get illusions that I’m really
Somewhere else when
I been lying in the corner of
That bedroom by myself
And when I do this I’m not
Usually in tune

my only goal
Through space and time, I'll go through black holes
Stick to the mission, gotta get it done
I'm sick of missing you (an astronomical love)

Outer Space

Ace Frehley

Anomaly

2009

want to take you away
It's like I told you
I came from outer space
That's how I know your name
I'm sick and tired of the human race
I want you by my

Stand Up

Stromkern

DJ Ferret's Underground Club Mix, No. 2

to the lost
Triggered by the light and devoured by the holocaust
Well you prayed for daylight and it never came
So you better start praying again
Well

changed my profile pic
It's enough to make you sick
I guess you'll never understand
What it's like when I'm your man
I could take you by the hand
Make you

Wreckage of my past, it got me spinning on this crazy train
Sick of cheap thrills, sick of crying over stupid shit
I'm the one who took the perk, so why