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me another
Breath 'for this bitch takes my bread
Cause I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
Before I lose myself, got me locked up in a brick
So I'm sick, but

#27 (I Hope You'll Be by Me Then)

Dave Matthews Band

Live at Piedmont Park

2007

grow sick of the darkness 'til I'm sick of the light
When, I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Well, I'm so sick

a difference
I'm sick of people who are so indifferent
I see the devil working every minute
Six, six, six
Unholy Trinity, six, six, six, aye
Sick, sick, sick

Shut the fuck up
When I'm talking bro
My diamonds so sick
She caught the flu ey
By looking at em
By looking at me aye aye

Shut the fuck up
When I'm

Cuz I love myself too much to love you
Sorry to say I've had enough of you
Feel so bad cuz I don't wanna hurt you
But it won't work now now I'm starting

Girl you got me love sick
The times we share
Girl you got me love sick
I hold so dear
Girl you got me love sick
You got me oh so twisted
Girl you got

by taking their life
Sick, sick, because of you
Sick, sick, because of you
Sick, sick, because of you
Sick, sick, I’m not yours!
All those look like

record, I've been way too sick
Niggas still asking bout office links
Too many crips stay by my ends
Shame it's the niggas I grew up with
And I ain't mean

And the acoustic zoo was closed, so Mercer's hill was shown
To be built atop the bones of electric ponies made of plastic
And a thing known in Richmond as Poor Man's

Known As A Mama She Don't Care Cuz I'm Thrown
No?

Why You Lookin All Fussy In Your Ground
You Look So Sick Cuz I'm Looking So Fit
You Look So Sick Cuz

or summat bad will take place
Cos I dunno if you didn't know but I'm little known
So promoters booking me aren't guaranteed a ticket sold
Hard sell for them

Yeah I'm vibin'
All by myself
Don't need nobody else to
Make me feel some kind of way
It's just me and my music
Vibin' with the acoustic
Don't need

broke ah hell this EBT I got so I'ma sell it
Fuck dat shit, gettin' hot, people hittin' my celly I'm thinkin' they cops
You just paranoid, like nigga what

Sick, Sick, Sick

Bayside

Killing Time

2011

I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell and it's sick

fall for all of this
It's shit, I saw it and I'm sick
I wanna puke so I'm busy spewing words
Give you a tune with ruthless verbs
Didn't use the curse
Fun

Beautiful and more extreme

"I'm waiting for the man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive
I'm waiting

than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch

Hello this is Bluebird acoustic
On... I think it's March, and
I'm very creatively... blocked at the moment
And I don't know what to do for the album

This next song
Is actually an uptempo song off my new record "I Am"
I love the lyrics so much
I actually wanted to do an acoustic version for you

“I'm No Hank Williams” by Corey Smith from the CD “Hard-Headed Fool”

I got a foot in the door, and one in the rain
I'm standing on the threshold

Heads up in the clouds, ahh thanks mescaline!

The omniscient penny-stock investor
Profitless cornucopia, so sick of trash
Bested by the Tweety to my

I'm sick
So sick
I'm sick
So sick
Sick of your shit
I'm sick
So sick
I'm sick
So sick
Sick of your shit
I'm sick of the monsters and sick

Richard Pryor
Evil thought lurks like Michael Myers 
Feels like I’m dying, but I can’t expire. 
So no more playing with my mind devil you’s a liar
To reach

Lemme tell you something
These niggas, they ain't shit
I am so fucking sick of these bitch ass niggas 
I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick of these niggas ah