Lyrics:
I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore
And so afraid
My man don't love me no more
changed
I'm not the same
Oh No
I'm not the same
Acoustic night
Bring back my girl
So I can write all the right songs
So I can romance her with a strum
So I
I can be your liare
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by
The diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
But is
a little
Turbulence on the line
Honey I'm sorry that I'm runnin' so
Late but I stopped off here
To see this friend of mine
Who's been awfully awfully sick
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
'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
I can be your liare
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by
The diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
But is
it all now, it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young
To be played by your dark, twisted games when I loved you so?
I should've known
You
only recognized by the intelligent
Took the negative and positive, 'cause niggas got to live
Said I got to get more than I'm given
'Cause truth'll
the covers back up over our heads
If I call in sick just to stay home with you
I want you to know why I do what I do
It's my way of saying what I can't
and my friends are gone
God, I'm in a mean world
And I'm so all alone, oh, oh
I need You Jesus, stand by, stand by
Well, they tell me that
Samson killed
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
sick of you.
I feel nothing, so sick of you.
You say nothing, so sick of you.
Time goes by, I'm sick of you
wondering why, so sick of you
You're freaked
a bitch with no ass, you ain't got shit
Motherfucker, I'm ill not sick
And I'm okay, but my watch sick
Yeah, my drop sick
Yeah, my Glock sick
And my
ought to have respect in front
People ought to get along pretty O.K.
So get off my dick
I'm building it brick by brick
Brick by brick
I'm
Hello this is Bluebird acoustic
On... I think it's March, and
I'm very creatively... blocked at the moment
And I don't know what to do for the album
you're wrong
I love ya and I need you, by my side
So, I'm gonna keep on trying, just keep on trying 'til I win your love, woo
I'm gonna keep
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
and whip your ass
Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin', so fast it'll make your eyes spin
You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson
The proof is in
enough
When I'm sick (he's there) and troubled (he's there)
When I call him he will answer my prayers (answer my prayers)
When I'm burdened (he's
The years are flying by and it's time I got high
Took a sample of the good things in life
This is a chance I'm gonna take
Gonna kick out trouble and strife
I'll never know why a child is blamed
Ridiculed and shamed, we're all the same
Life ain't so easy
When you're a ghetto child
I'm witness that life ain't
on stuntin' on these niggas
Make 'em sick to they stomach, man (you can't stop it)
Y'all don't understand, fish so fresh that you could taste the sand
Yeah,
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