Lyrics:
I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else
Bringin' hell, boy, singin' telegrams and get dealt
And to that boy on them sedative meds
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
frayed,
So now I'll bite the insides of my cheeks
It's happened again, I'll start all over again
And ready myself to speak
I'm sick of having to console you
Hide my pain, I can never admit
That I'm sick of all this
But nuh-uh, it's easier to be an actress
Yeah
Oh-whoa
She don't fall in love
'Cause
am?
God of all my God am
God am
My God am
God am
God
All the respect I'm giving
Shared strength acquired by living
All blooming life you're
I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick
Into the valley of dry bone dreams
So many roads, so much at stake
Too many dead ends, I'm at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it's
multiplied by two, by two)
I remember when I couldn't level up
'Cause the Grammys had me feeling sick as fuck
Throwing up and shit
Asking questions like,
a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin'
come with me
Or go down with the tsunami
You trying to rain bills
By thousands like them
Banks that hold deposits
So I'm not here to spit knowledge
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
jeez, just hit me
That I should call the Looney Police to come get me
'Cause I'm so sick of being the truth
I wish someone'd finally admit me
Into
heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my (my pain)
And I'm getting so sick and tired of all (this rain)
I just got laid off,
baby on Wednesday, but I make you sick on Thursday
And I know I'm wrong and you shutin' down, and I touch down like "What now?"
Why we going through
am sick
Why the fuck would you ask if I'm sick?
You can tell from looking
Can't you tell I'm hella crooked?
Killed 'em off so Hell could cook 'em
I'm
than any man can take
I'm like a love-sick puppy chasin' you 'round, and it's alright
Bouncin' 'round from cloud to cloud
I got the feelin' like I'm
follow by –
I'm young, fly dumb high
And a nigga 'bout mine
You know what's on my mind
And why I'm always on the grind
Cuz I'm 'bout mine cuz I'm 'bout
the minute,
I'm sick with the lyrics, so you best be backin up
Chatta with a little more flex,
doesn't matta cos when I ratatat bars watch the bare man scatta
Enslaved by dogma, talk about my birthrights
Yet at every turn I'm runnin' into hell's gates
So I grip tha cannon like Fanon an pass tha shells to my
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
sick scrimmy be spitting
So sick scrimmy be spitting scrimmy
Be spitting so sick sicker sicker
Sicker sicker sicker sicker sicker
Seventhward lord bitch
They say that life can decide in the blink of eye
If our silly little dreams will ever come true
But the dreams in my mind all go by so slow
What
oh you got me feeling so
nauseous, nauseous
feeling like im love sick, love sick
baby this is toxic, toxic
we were never cautious cautious
nauseous,
got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit
Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I'm heated and shit
On the phone cursin' at shorty, "I'm leavin' you, bitch"
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