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dna tru lyricist - i'm so sick lyrics

yo, i’m so sick of the same old sh-t
f-cking up same chick, different day
getting hit in the face by sun rays coming through my blinds
it’s as hot as a b-tch in this place
i wake up and splash water on my face then i splash water on my body and i lay it back down
then i wake back up let my feet hit the ground, man my bed, then i take a look around
i wonder “what does this day have in store for me? what can i say so morbidly on the mic that orally you become enticed by my horror theme?” it sorta seems that i use horror as an outlet for my pain emotional stress, over an ex, i ain’t playin’ those f-ckin’ games
if you can’t see that my love is true, what the f-ck am i to do?
sit around and cry? sit around and beg? sit around and wait f-ck it i’m through

i’m walking out my door, then i’m heading to my mailbox, i open it up and i see a letter “what’s this?” i’m hoping when i open it that’ll be some good news, when i did it wasn’t any better
it was a letter from my insurance company telling me that my policy’s gonna be c-a-n-l-c-e-d no more mister victee[?] 2014 so what does that mean? i just spent 116 dollars about 8 days ago, and i couldn’t even afford it so they cut all my gas now to get a hot shower to the gym i go but to get there now i gotta roll a leaker[?] without a fella license this world is so f-cked up but i gotta suck it up and hit it with an uppercut i fight for my freedom hoe
dosey-doe now pour some mo’ now talking they barefoot loaded bowls how am i supposed to function with a high mind that’s already high, i hope you know
now im sick of the same old sh-t the same old skippa cd in my whip “you need a cigarette?” “believe me i quit but i might take a hit because i been so stressed” “want another hit?” “yes. no. maybe so. no, wait. no. hold up!” and i fight for my faith and morals, then i see the red cape and [?] im a regular k!ller for the snake thats cobra and a dangerous k!ller part of the lyrical forum
no one can fix my sickness, no i dont need syrum
hear em, did it, summon him one
he grab the mic and go vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom
run at no one because everyone’s dumb
platting myself on my high
now what should i ride?
now pull out my gat and you’re done
havin sh-t to say to me besides “man, that sh-t was playa g”
majorly lyrically craz-zy to see me less he [?] to dt
unfinished, i ran out of time, so sorry

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