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
I know he'll be there waiting Four hundred girls in the room And I am all he sees Enough debating I'm sick and tired of waiting I grab my petticoat and
turn around and walk away Don't say you love me, don't even Don't say you love me, you're leaving I'm sick and tired of this whole situation Here comes
fellas up in here, if you had enough and you're ready to sign, say (Ready, ready, ready, ready) I'm ready, yes I am All my ladies if you sick and tired, and
me to) I'm tired of rumors starting, I'm sick of being followed I'm tired of people lying, saying what they want about me Why can't they back up off
I'm over you Success is the best revenge to pay you back And that payment is overdue, I overcame odds to get even The sober me is shittin' all over the unsober you And
again And my mother accused me of losing my mind But I swore I was fine You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain And I lived in your
's Mr. Biggs screaming showdown I'm like, what? Now Kelly It's not enough room in this town For you and me so let's get down I'm sick and tired of you and
Now when your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister, he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
But I'm sick of your stupid acts and I know you're tired of me That's why I say When we were together We never turned our backs on each other (But now
bright light Greeted by friends and family, so life-like Black and in between screams and then peace Lookin' in the eyes of the grieved and deceased Father please, send me back
through the worst and been back much prouder how the heck to you expect me to let the record drop i take it to the top oh tell me (can i, can i) i'm so sick and tired
a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold and reach a large scale, sellin for the pale male and I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail and
of the dark tears me apart Won't leave me alone and time keeps running out Just one more life, I'm so sick and tired Of singin' the blues, I should turn
out and feeling brave I watched the red orange glow, I watched you float away Down here in the atmosphere, garbage and city lights You've gone to save your tired
'm 17, name ain't the same on the block And beat and knock the nigger out his frame on the block And he'll come through and let it rain on the block And
Sam Sneed'll "back down" You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House Give you a whole clip, turn your
