Am I sick to think I look best under fluorescent light? Or in the cramped-corpse light-blue of an airplane bathroom? In the window pane of a well-
hair looks glued But let me get back to my food Eat the track up and leave the mic barbecued Why in 30 lives would you ever war with I I'm just gettin' high thinking
my friend) And you gets no love again Whatever you do it will come back to you bitch (You gets no love from me) [Verse 2: Faith Evans] Tell you why
[J. Cole - Chorus] Hey, one time hey, one time one time throw your hands to the sky tonight cause I think I see the baddest lil thing in the World right
[VERSE 1] She said fuck fendi but I think she was playin'. I heard she move them thangs, I think she's fucking wayne . She call herself Lewinsky, that
bottle phor another one (ha) lean over put ya head back quick, will i'm get ya something meaby you wanna spread that shit, go'head and spread that sick, get that sick
from a sick angle New York had a chance, the bitch pick Tango In my case you get one opportunity Minus convertible, so let's call it drop-tunity, haha [Chorus] [Verse 2
the real thugs keepin' it raw Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war Niggas is plottin' that 2-11 That's why
' in they denim Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us 2 P 8
couldn?t wait to move out His parents wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs Wonders why he doesn?t call and why
Yeah Uh Huh, D Block D Block, You with me Louch? You know it my nigga Yeah I know Yeah You know why we do this right? Why's that dog? Make these niggaz
go n getcha some, go go n getcha some (x2) These brawds really thinkin, that they gon get em' sum, so they try to take care of me, like I'm sick or
, for the fans to see how I land, I'm grand like a finale I'm goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness
but you ain't G-in hip-hop, cause it's ours "Gimme a pound, thank you man" -- Tim Dog (repeat 4X) It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker Think
s why I'm leaving you Sick of everything that you put me through And I don't wanna be with you I'm sorry I can't be with you. And that's why I'm leaving
really liked you must have been your attitude And That's why you keep on runnin in and out of my mind As the years they'll roll by Baby now I know why
further Oooh, ya think ya know me, wait a minute Baby hold up, you don't know me So sick and tired of people judgin me Oooh, ya think ya know me, wait
