Lyrics:
CRY
I GUESS FOR ME
THAT WOULD BE A DREAM
I'M GONNA LOVE YOU
TO THE DAY I DIE
OH
YOU'RE SOMETHING
I DONT DARE
LOSE BY BEING A FOOL
YOU'RE THE ONLY THING
rhythm is sick
now the problem with you MC's today is you're too emotional
you have no devotion to the social bug spread
by the words you said
the chain kinked up
I been playing 24 hours since we linked up
Sick to they stomach bae
Tell em drink the pink stuff
Meet me at the mansion in the cabins
dogba bi omo' ka
I feel good hip hop make me happy
Street wa detect flow mi bi ponography
O ya fi microphone le fun awon to mo lo
Dari ji mi to ba je ese
to rainy days
Look granny we made a way
Turn around Kobe fade away
Roxy 30 cocaine on me
Popping bottles like KOD
24's on the 803
Nothing I do is regular
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
knocked for me, at the right time
Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit
Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits
God
for sure
Baby I'll be by your side
Through everyday and through night
24/7 alright
24/7 alright
Girl you the one for me
I'll take you across the sea
sure I'll make it through the week
I'm so sick and tired
Baptized in the fire
You don't know my story
Don't feel sorry for me
I'm sick and tired of bein'
till
And she mine you can
Tell by her walk
And she mine you
Know that for sure
All this fighting makes
Me want you more
You can not fault me
For doing
Pour another glass, get to know me
We can do it big make a movie
We got all night so sip slowly
Give me your time and Ima make it rich
Ima show you
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
not here
When you're not with me
I'm losing my sleep
Make I no go sick
Because, I know
You're my medicine
A million million million million million
Turn around Kobe fade away
Roxy 30 cocaine on me
Poppin bottles like KOD
24's on the 803
Nothing I do is regular
Making plays on my cellular
Regular, All
all out of ideas (yeah!)
So you might as well leave me here…
I'm all out of ideas(yeah!)
I'm sick of my everyday routine
And everything else(yeah!)
That
entire space till you can't recognize no one by their face
Leave them burnt to the third degree bet your mama done heard of me
I'm on a lyrical murder
Pre-decided by your blinded eyes
Blinkered visions from a narrow mind
Fuels your anger and the wrath inside
You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me
for the future
Make the muffler backfire and pop like a ruger
Don't have the slightest idea 'bout who you ridin' with do ya?
Just keep your eye
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
collect the money I stash it
Speaking facts don't make me a savage
Bitch don't get me started
I'm sick bitch, I'm sick bitch, I'm sick bitch
I'm sick
(Hook)
Going 160 in the Cadillac
I just made two mil had to double that
Now I got 4 mil the duffle bag
Big drip on me make her double back
I just
Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make
Your old fashioned music, your old ideas (if you just open up to me)
We're sick and tired of you telling us what to do (if you just believe, oh)
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