Lyrics:
me as a menace, young, black and I'm vigilant
Militant, use my voice as an instrument
Get your knee off my neck
Boy I'm so sick of this sentiment,
executive, who
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"You
told me 'bout his brother Damien sayin' that he could create a structure for us
We're guaranteed to make a win
I said I'm in, let the games begin
So
in a sick, in a sick time
Everyone lies, everyone including you
I’m so sick of you
I’m so sick of me
Sick of this society
Look in the mirror, tell
just like Dapper Dan
And by the way right now I’m sippin’ martini
While FBAB video on the TV
Don’t ask for pics or autographs when you fuckin’ see me
then gets ruined by you fucking slobs
It's classical, anyway
I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no
Can you please give me a sign
A sign to get by
I'm so sick and tired
Can you please me a sign
A sign to get by
I'm so sick and tired
So sick
Chill
This Trap On My Heart Be My Wife Until I go Die By My Side This Trap Be The Love Of My Life I'm Finna Go Far With The Fight
He Come On My Doorstep
goin', or leavin', or comin'
But I know Universal got us starvin' and hungry
I'm sick to my stomach, I vomit every time
I see a video on TV that ain't mine
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn team
But I ain't write it so don't ask me what the fuck it mean
I got some other shit to worry 'bout
happy
I'm sick and tired
Sick and tired
I got many things in mind
I got a lot of time
Not doing anything
What am I doing
I don't wanna move at all
But I
I should claim you on my income tax
Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great
so on my next move, I’m yelling checkmate
I smell a massacre
Sick of all the pain yea I'm sick of never knowing
Bitch I'm sick of all the games
All the games they been controlling
Puffing piff and switching
They kill yo' fake Slim Shady ass
I got crazy cash
Money, but I'm so mean wit' it
I could take that Young Mula theme and
Do a whole 'nother scheme wit'
boyfriends
And I've been so you-sick
So I made this music
Even tho I know you hate my songs
I think you'd find amusing
How I'm feeling you-sick
Ye
they get the message
Ill said sick 'em, I told him get a medic
I took a look inside the mirror
Mirror on the wall this is what it saw
I'm the sickest
They parents say I'm too nasty for they damn team
But I ain't write it so don't ask me what the fuck it mean
I got some other shit to worry 'bout
I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired
I'm so faded by the time that I get higher
If you saying that me and my click isn't fire
Then you're
got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
They thinkin' that I'm dangerous
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
Which is fine,
dumb thoughts
I'm so sick
All the wrong thoughts won
And why do I always get abducted by your love
Every time I go outside
I get this feeling
Now he
me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
It's got me sick and tired
I'm also sick and tired
Of all these bougie girls
Looking for the right one
Is
stuffed in my pants
I'm especially sick of all of my so-called "friends"
They only hit me when they're trying to find some last minute plans
(Wait - hold up
Blue Tvde
Aye, aye
Yeahh,
Aye, aye
Faded way too much
Yeah, I’m faded way too much
(Yeah)
Sick and tired of all your shit
(girl I’ve had enough,
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