Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst After a hard day of nothin' much at all Summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass There ain't much
outfit. I tried everything in my closet. Nothing feels right when I'm not with you. Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's. Take em all off cause
't feel blue Like I always do 'Cause somewhere in the crowd there's you I was sick and tired of everything When I called you last night from Glasgow All
feel so ugly but I look so pretty In the thick of it all-I'm sick of it all My telephone ring-a-ding I can't think of it all And now the jawn is on and
arms and legs You may have the candle but I have the flame I never used to feel so sick and tired I remember when we used to stay high for hours One minute it
talking] Uh, uh, uh [Hook] It's the color change It's the color change Yeah nigga It's the color change It's the color change Uh Excuse me miss, it's
t. it wasn't meat loaf, it w T chicken and rice, it wasn't six hot-dogs at lunch with kraft dinner on top, it wasn't sloppy joe's, it wasn't inactivity
I couldn't. It wasn't meat loaf, it wasn't chicken or rice, it wasn't 6 hotdogs at lunch with craft dinner on top, it wasn't sloppy joes, it wasn't
sick song to retaliate to and it's called This kind of music, use it and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it
tongue, I lick tissue And pardon me, my lava just spit almost hit you You know I got liver, spinning got a lot of it We can call it in the air, this
s evil Snypers tryna zappa me like Amad and Dwezil It's the Q against the Kappa, and I'll step on you silly She's gotta have it but I took it and I sold it
) Bay-Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby (Baby I Love You) [Mike Jones] First of all I must confess I'm loved sick to the chest With you under my arms girl I thank
the general, bow now, fuck saluting I don't really think y'all niggas get it Run up on your with a army it is on until it's done, finished You got a
the one Politickin, purse vickin, sick of these Dominicans Eatin good, had to shoot my way up out of Bennigans That's life, to top it all off, beef for
t nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', ain't nothin', aye) Y'all don't want it with the south side (Aye, aye, aye, aye, crank it) Y'all don't want it
all my mom's pills When I pray I really doubt it I've lost my way or maybe I've never found it I been smoking and drinking nobody knows about it By the