Lyrics:
sick of being sick and gray?
Wire through resolve I now relay for your sake
Mauled by self, put down your dope
Pick up time and find your pope
Came
iniquities
But chastisement of our peace was upon him
And by his stripes we are healed
By his stripes we are healed
Ooh, by his stripes we are healed
Oh
Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge's washed out
At the bottom of the hill
Big Creek's up Little Creek's level
Plow my
The nation is run by satanists
And oh baby, I could be one
The hormone that you secrete
Dislocates me
Scream 667, oh 667
667, sick, sick, sick
'Cause these crackers tryin to take a nigga life and they rights
I'm surrounded by fake-ass crooks
They swear they kingpins but don't have money on they
the motherfucker that broke in my Mercedes?
Sick with it, bipolar, crazy as the Ayatollah
Went in to buy a soda, now we shootin' at the rollers
He looked at me
Hog view bruised
By world superdaddy
Goat-lice fucked into coma
Must eat your knees
No pulse
Gangrene with envy
Drank sick at source
No pulse
Drank
and every inch of intestines
Manipulation of the human heart beat
Bound by overwhelming blood strangulation
Sick
Twisted
Death on my hands
Sick
Twisted
Yes I
tracks
I've got some sick shit right here, if you could-
I hooked my turntable's through a wah-wah pedal
It's called the tweak scratch)
'Cause nobody
chair
At anyone close or near me, tryin' to approach me physically
'Cause he don't spit lyrically
And he knows that my flow's so sick, his ho's on my
Sick sick people
They'll cut someone up and not just for fun
They'll pass someone by and hope they're the one
(One) (one) (one) (one)
Dark times
and you're twisted
You're a liar and a cheat
Fuel the fire and the heat
On the run on the hide
Cornered by the mob you're sick and you're twisted
Out
knows how to get by
When the going gets tough
I ain't used to you baby
I'm a stranger to love
Stranger to Love
Sick in the head, sick of the home, sick
This that sick rap, kick back, come to where I pitch at
Where bitches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack
Presidential Rollie, nigga, where
tryna throw a rose
Holding on your cup but you gotta let it go
Cause I'm love sick now
Yeah I'm love sick now
Cause I'm love sick now
Yeah I'm love sick
Im not ashamed
You must be sick if you love him thats the name that Ill would take
Im like wait
Im like woah
Temperature hold
You think Im offended by
platinum bound
Me too, rolled my crew, I'm not too new
.16 is what I blew
I bet that set you straight, that illegal action
Fuck that, I still roll with
Have your gun by you
'cause niggas will try you
Uh who's sick as me?
Tell the truth, bitch, nobody
And that's real
And as far as my eyes can see
I'm
I'm so sick of you (so sick of you)
So sick of you
Never want to admit when you're not right
Grab me by the arms and toss me aside
Never thought you'd
the crap
I am so fed up, I'm ready to snap
I'm just hanging on by a thread
I'm sick and tired, I'm almost dead
I've had enough, ready to quit
I am sick
richer from the blood of the working class
Let a poor family starve just to feed your greedy ass
People get sick, can't afford to get well
Betrayed by
ugly ways of coping, have broken you apart
Are you sick? My baby's sick
Are you sick? My baby's sick
You run into the forest, but you cannot hide
I
I'm sick of barely getting by
Think I'm Sick of getting high
Shit I'm sick of walking around feeling like I'm about to die
I'm so sick of being numb
knows how to get by
When the going gets tough
I ain't used to you baby
I'm a stranger to love
Stranger to Love
Sick in the head Sick of the home
Sick
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