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destruction my vision
My life in my rhymes I'm hopeful you'll listen

Everybody laughing when I said I needed help
So I don't ask for nothing I can do this by

y'all hate on me
I like acoustic and I like trap
Out in Nolensville is where my mics at
I'm a little different so the rappers know me
But your buckle

Baby I'm a nomad, I can't stay
Baby I'm a grown man, so don't play with me
I went on my own, yeah, you could've came
But I'll leave you alone girl,

Let me start off by saying
I'm over it
All the judgement and drama
Pass over it
People asking what's wrong
They into it
But one hundred percent
Ain't

the way that it goes
We got blessed by Stone City outta KCMO
Now they recognize us every place we go
Hondas Suzukis Harleys and Kawi thangs
So Sick up in da

sure you add a snare
Aye
Trust in my doing 
I turn my words into music
I'm focused on never losing 
But if I do, man I'm human!
Ugh
It's so Amusing 
You

wool
I'm irresponsible, I'm in the hard times
Something like Halle in Monster's Ball
So if you're in the whip now
Then honk your horn i got drugs in my

caressing her booty 
Lil mama main thang not a groupie
I'm bout to turn her life into a movie

Coolie the savage
Do whatever so my girl can live lavish
This

a trace
Sick and tired of feeling so anxious
Upset, I'm loosing my patience
I try and try and try to get by
Medicate me until I'm all gone
Sick and tired

remember

Remember the sick times
Remember the sick times
Doctor in the office fucking a big guy
Doctor, how long do I have to live by?
Well, I'm sure you've

To keep this Earth protected
Keep crying keep screaming
Means nothing to me, can't you see?
It's too late for you now!
I'm sick of humans!
So lazy

so tired so tired (Yeah, aye)
I seen lots of real niggas turn fake quick (Fake quick)
I'm so sick and tired of all this fake shit
I'm going up and now

The Terminal Tavern

David Wilcox

Live Songs & Stories

2002

The Terminal Tavern
By David Wilcox
Ah, what a beautiful place.
It is so lush and quiet in these walls.
It's a place where the sound really stands

it healing
The sound hear the voice of the acoustic guitar
Where do you wanna go not by plane by car
100 Miles or to paris is that a little far
We

Chorus:
Maybe I'm just of the media
Maybe I'm just sick of a suit and tie
Maybe i'm just pissed, so I'm finna whip ass like boudakai
Maybe I'm just

Can't see it is night
And I'm sick of it, sick of it
When will I find a light

Never ever had a place called mine
Only in my games I could shine
I could

(Hook)

Bitch you sick of this shit 
Man I sick of this shit 
Late night sipping this shit 
Guess I'm living this shit 
I'm just shooting no miss

I'll clean the sand out the back of my car
So we can bring drinks and acoustic guitars
Cuz I don't know who we'll run into
And I don't know what

stopping since I did let's do it
Like a ref keep a tec my foot on niggas neck never ducking you know we into it
I like hooping so I'm bout my buck like

a luxury.
Cut them off and they go barking up another tree
Don't think I'm still the same or like the younger me
I don't even trust no one, and I keep guns

I'm sick
And if you think that's the treatment
It's not, and I'm not a snitch
Fuck an agreement

Now we just gotta take it back quickly
So they know

I

worlds upside down
We sick of being sick and I'm sick right now
Sick of racism what we facing right now
The face of true hate lets erase it right now

Lucidic Music let me go let's get it
I'm sick of this I'm sick of you
Now I'm involved Close your eyes
I Iove you so much
I fucking love you can't

Ari B bang that shit
Gotham City

Im just praying for a blessing, I'm just praying for a blessing
I told God I learned my lesson
Im so sick and tired