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said a thing
Shit, I'm tired
Never post cause I lost the sentiment
Pfft, why you lying
(Narcissism kills)
And I feel so alive
Part of me still feel like

I get the money 
That's simple 
Get lost 
She doesn't get me 
So she can get lost 
I'm rollin up
So I can get lost 
I am not tripping 
I'm dipping

up the weight and I carry the load
I'm ready to blow so type in the codes and stand by the window and watch me explode
If ever I fall don't leave me

but I'm going astray
Know the rules of the game, still don't know how to play
'It is starting with you' but I'm a stranger to me
I'm so sick of that

wit' her
My new chick so bad I’m going to church
Wake up, blow gas, get straight to work
Tried to play yo song it was ass and too much purp
I play my

going by
I almost stabbed myself but I said that I'm fine
They used to my cold expressions so they do not see the emotions
I'm going through all

I heard that you missed me
Why don't you come here and just kiss me?
I heard you missed these kinds of songs
I'm sick of the love songs,
I'm sick

the shit?
I came to bring you the news
I ain't the one, some two-timers got your numerals confused
She likes the way I'm rhyming, so I get oodles of nudes

S.T.L.

Nelly

Free City

2001

the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock

probably, I'm the hottest shit
Get your overdosed off of me. I'm so tempting, when I spill pen inks
Your hoes get sick, like Cheetos in Lil Xan's shit
Fuck

think you're slick
You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick
But if she happens to die because of your drug
I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug

Filo
Ice on my wrist, Imma let it shine
All the diamonds finna make you blind
I got a baddie right by my side
I'm finna blow up, it's my time
It's my

a game, what a shame
When i say art they say A-sault

So you're saying I have to stay inside
because you might get sick
But at some point everyone's gonna

Witchy Witchy Witchy
Drip slip the flow is so slipper
Aim for they heads end it Kennedy
Tell em go home cause they sick of me
I swear every line is

skating drunk and sparking up cigarette butts
But the hardest addiction of all to break
Is the denial and the everyday fiction we make
By living so fake I

got 'em all scared by the flames I spit, and claims I make
They thinkin' that I'm dangerous
So now, nobody ever wanna play with Chris
Which is fine,

Looking at the numbers they large
Get me out of the dark 
I'm sick of these scars 
I'm sick of these scars

I-I don't wanna fall for your 
Lies-Lies

held accountable, so instead I pass the blame, 
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.  
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be

Cannon

T.I.

Live from the Trap

2007

the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga

From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that

it's me
I'm waiting for the autumn leaves
To pass me by
Don't know when and I don't know why
I've been standing here
Yeah, I've been working it out on my

Moanin' Low (for the revue "The Little Show")

Kate Smith

The Songbird of the South

2003

I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore

And so afraid
My man don't love me no more

Sick of being sad, sick of being mad 
I keep moving forward but I'm overlapped 
I mean I keep moving forward but I'm in the past 
I don't wanna be

about to tell you what to pick up
When the lines were always blurry when we'd jot?
Still complaining when I'm not
Sick of telling everyone I'm better than

came wit a scene said she got so sick of Celine, I'm buying some bitch some new things
Double the cup, pour up codine i swear
I'm the man of her dreams