Lyrics:
And I say, "Oh, here we go again, oh"
Every time I try to talk to you
I get tongue-tied
Turns out that everything I say to you
Comes out wrong
a
Freeway then a couple of years later
You got famous again when a
Freeway almost killed you
Don't ask me to give a fuck I
Ran out of fucks to give
I hope you
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
end
But about the same time you walk by
And I say, "Oh, here we go again, oh"
Every time I try to talk to you I get tongue-tied
Turns out that
holes in his clothes that expose his skin
Sick with pneumonia he's old and slim
Hoping when somebody walks by and sees him freezin'
That they throw him
stone, that those who do hear cannot again return
Home
Razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my
Head's made me
Bolder,
horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse
money we dey cafe
Y3 nt3m b) search oo mugu go pay
Y3y3 na anfa, we do it again
W) dum)mi daaa day by day
On God
This year no time (this year no time
It’s ok I’ll be that guy
We fell off we were that high
We fell off we were that high
I’m sick of this motion
Your body is coasting
Won’t do it again
the back
By family that act like my sanity's whacked
They wanna judge me without havin' the facts
Next time you touch me, bet that be your last
I'm sick
matters
Like?
How to fill this admission form and join that Aluta
ASU strike they come again
You no understand that matter?
Two years later in college
lovas, Laid up and young at heart,
That's what I am when I'm with you
I wouldn't mind even growing old
As long as you're by my side
Piece of mind
than the puppies your pets havin' I don't just rag, nigga, I big braggin
Mo' so, go so Tight around niggas, nigga, like a chokehold
You can put that
not a rat Goodz
What type of shit is that Goodz?
That's the clique you got?
It's sick to see it's not a mystery
If he a snitch or not
This bitch I got?
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
to life was so sick!
Hollywood hills 5pm 2015
So, that's like the main part i'mma
Use it throughout the song
But that's like the important part um 'cause
Never scared to take that risk
And I really mean that shit
Gotta get by any means
Never fold
Never quit
Sucka shit
That's that shit that make me sick
Sittin' lookin' at the lake, it's Christmas time again
Snow softly falling, relaxing more than I don't remember when
Dogs been running free, chasing
allies
tired of how time is
yours but not mine
I'M
SICK
Sick and tired
Sick of
Sickened
Sick and
I'm
SICK
I'M FUCKING SICK
I'm tired that we are
the epilogue of this story
About a young little girl, especially for me
No matter how many years ago I can't forget
But then again 1986 hit
She looked just
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
bounce to this track
And I don’t care what anybody thinks about that
Hands to the sky, and throw your head back
I can love again tonight
We bounce
heart out on display
I left my mind backstage
Like a bird let out a cage
I'm never coming back again
Separate myself from pain
Depersonalisation
That
I can't even pretend
I'm back on my feet once again, every-
Time I look back at myself
I don't recognize my reflection
I swore that you won't reel me
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