SICK OF IT* Lyrics by Jean Dawson
I’ma pull up with a hoodie in my face
Big sweater, double x’s, ducking case
My n****, don’t cut me in the face
My homies throwing gang signs
Bad in my head
I’ma hide ’cause I can’t be inside
Big bust down, you the big blood now
I’ma freak, I’ma creep
I’m a shithead clown
Keep a hood on my head
Walk like I’m dead
Walk like I’m cement
All-black Forces
Sick of it
On a cliff
Nose dive, I’m the new black oblivion
Off the shit
Over it
Live and die with my motherfucking happiness
What about me?
I’m a little speck of nothing, I can promise I can barely even breathe
If you see me out in public, you can come and get some love in HD
Keep a hood on my head
Walk like I’m dead
Walk like I’m cement
All-black Forces
Sick of it
On a cliff
Nose dive, I’m the new black oblivion
Off the shit
Over it
Live and die with my motherfucking happiness
Sick of it
On a cliff
Nose dive, I’m the new black oblivion
Off the shit
Over it
Live and die with my motherfucking happiness