I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I turn
'm so sick of love songs So sick of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs So sick and slow So why can't I turn
Übersetzung: Fall Out Boy. So Sick.
And I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't I
they can touch beats from Fresh i get What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick
how do we do these niggas But I'm not gonna cry I'm a Bad Boy killa Jay-Z die too Looking out for Mobb Deep Nigga when I find you Weak mutha-fuckas
get rolled on (It's Fifty!) If it feels like my flow has been hot for so long (Yeah!) If you thinking I'm a fuckin fall off ya so wrong (It's Fifty!) [
and singin' but these out-of-shape suckas need exercise! So I'm a get up in their mental. I'm a work 'em out over the instrumental! Give 'em a criminal
debt But you had to pay the consequence (But you had to pay the consequence And blood splattered all on the ground - it made my ass sick I watched her fall
You said they laid out lots of coke, you you dont know how much you did. Now you dont want me to go home, because your afraid you might get sick, just
out It's Santana again Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out One of them Brand new big boy toys I do big boy things I make big boy noise cuz... I know what girls
figure nigga makin Bugs Bunny money Eons beyond bling bling So I chose to get engaged to these sweet 16's Make a name, let it bang so beautiful The theme
Made backs turn Eating like a big dog I'm so full, I'm so good I'm so straight, you so fake I'm so real, im so hood [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Yeah nigga Welcome
boy, the city boy The sniffin coke up off ya tittie boy, the gritty boy Been never actin hostity boy, the hold it down wit me boy I seek and destroy I
up out these fuckin streets They keep callin me They keep callin, all the lil' homies keep fallin In them same traps niggaz cain't figure out In the fast lane boy
I'm Falling FALLING Seems like I'm Falling FALLING Seems like I'm Falling FALLING Seems like I'm Falling FALLING Seems like I'm Falling FALLING Seems like I'm Falling FALLING
