Lyrics:
You Know What It Is, Man aha Aha Ha
Clipse yeah natasha yeah
Darkchild
M Ella
He Sick Over Your Hun you Doing Your Thing
We Make Em Trick Over
me sick (Ow)
I got no time to make you sick
I got no time to have you sick
I just got a bitch and made her sick
I just got my shit that makes me
You and me have come to an end
Cuz' you make me sick
Sick to my stomach
An when I see you
It's not what I wanted
I'm happy
Happier than I've ever been
, sick, sick
I am sick, sick, sick, fucking sick of all this shit
I don't wanna live in a prison of my sin, ay
Brick by brick, I am building what I wish
it's [?]
When I was a kid I was sick of the estate
Now I vacate
Sick of detours I just wanna fly straight
Sick of these whores tryna make me wait
I
Breaking me chip by chip
Make sure you don't slip
Or they hitting the lick
Looking at this world
Maybe I should pull the clip
Man I'm sick
Sick in my head
dying
I hope you'll be by me then
As a young man I was afraid
Of my life
Oh what would I make
I will make Iove
What will I hate
What better sweet
of me)
(I'm looking for peace but somethings crawling out of me)
Sick of being humble, sick of all the stares
What you lookin' at? Fuck your opinion, we
've grown, init
You've grown and not everyone can say that, you feel me
So that's something you should be proud of
Yeah I'm just tryna focus more
you're promised tomorrow (Yeah!)
Now I'm 'bout to fool again
This tune is sick, it's luminous, the moon is lit
A freakin' lunatic, a human computer chip
S-IC-K B-O-I
You should come join us nigga, we so fly
Highlighter colors, brand new sneaks
Sick Bois stick together in
A pinch like cheeks
We the new
Kpata falling pon you make pnk it up
It's been a while I got free, these kids still disgust me
I'm out and I'm in like a jiffy
It's Niffy
This is the gap
hello (whoa)
I'm sick of the sleepless, never-ending nights
I just don't care who was wrong or right
I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis
You tear me
Oouuu Ohhhhhhh
Bitch you make sick sick sick sick sick like a virus
Call it Miley Cyrus
'Cause you're so bias
Bitch you make me sick sick sick sick
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
your teeth
Y'all a little stupid if
You don't fuck with me
Man
I make this look like n'thing
I been working hard
But make this look like n'thing
Man
I
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
Sick as fuck
She make that ass move (yea that ass)
She thick
I said to you
You make me sick, you can pack your shit
I'm a be alright, with or without you
You say crazy things when you're mad
But
there's no release
Please just let me do whatever fits you
Make something, make someone
Beg on a knee, baby, baby, please
Pout your bottom lip
While
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
make you feel sick
To keep a sickness in?
Doesn't it make you feel sick?
Are you downright disgusted
By me
And the fact that I can't keep
These thoughts
you gave me, girl, you fine
I know this time was different, I just had to make you mine
Now I'm love sick, love sick, love sick, love sick, love sick
no more
I said, I can't do it no more
I'm so so so so tired
Ladies, ladies, ladies, help me sing
I'm sick of playing games
I'm sick of waiting by
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