are never What they seem, when you cannot feel. When will you see me smile? And when will you seem worthwhile. Waiting for a chance To do the right, sick and tired
trey-pound, That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down, See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off, And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and
mouth when I told you to leave 'em call it quits did I really say I was sick and tired of you did I really backed you up and said that we are through and
Wanna ban rap? Stand back, before you get hurt It's the only thing makin pay besides smoke and work On a mission listen more chips my goal and position
water and stop abusing in every sources inna Africa America call back your soldiers America move wey from Africa America call back your soldiers America move wey from Africa ooyyy mi sick and tired
you back Ain't no way I'll be lonely I don't wanna Let you back in Let's just face it (Face it) Better off alone and I won't turn back Thought that I
down, down, down I'm goin' down, down down We get dressed up and we go out, baby, for the night We come home early burning, burning in some fire fight I'm sick and tired
better keep practising all night long and maybe in a hundred years you'll have a hit song. Well I'm sick and tired of this Bommerlunder-jive, going back
: I. Reflection Cunning, Baffling, Powerful Beaten to a pulp Vigorous, Irresistabel Sick and tired and laid low Dominating, Invisible Black-out, loss
She'll be turning twenty seven as she draws her widow's pension But he couldn't catch a common cold he couldn't get arrested Too terrified to answer back Too tired
the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And, cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw you
this Earth And since birth I've been cursed with this curse to just curse And just blurt this berserk and bizarre shit that works And it sells and it
on the couch, punch you in the mouth, we fist fight 'till we turn this mother out and apologize after, laughter Pain, it's insane, we're back in the same chapter again And
Punch you in the mouth, Fist fight 'til we turn this mother OUT, And apologize after, Laughter, pain, it's insane, We're back in the same chapter again, And
do it I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam I hate the straight jacket it aint latching, and
Japan Her p-ssy need to blocked and reported as spam Bong! Interscope up in this dope and I sell it My voicemail is full, got bitches screamin' inside of envelopes And