Sick of You
So you think you know me,
that you have me figured out,
that you know what I'm about and what I need
You seem to think you own me.
Sneering at me being me, living life differently
Well, come a little closer, cause I got some news for you.
Come a little closer, closer
I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing,
nothing bout my kind (sick of you) So
sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you
So go and stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
You're always trying to force-feed me your foul
philosophy, your ideas for folks like me, relentlessly
Trying to unfree me.
Be quiet, ssh, can you hear?
I will make this extra clear
So come a little closer, cause I got some news for you.
Come a little closer, closer
I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you)
So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and
stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
So you think you know us,
that you have us figured out,
that you know what we're about and what we need
Trying to control us.
Let me make this very clear for you,
for all to hear: I'm so sick of you!
Sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you)
So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and
stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
I'm so sick of you, I'm so sick of you,
I'm so sick of, I'm so sick of you, you, you, you
I'm so sick of you, so sick of you, I'm so sick of you!
that you have me figured out,
that you know what I'm about and what I need
You seem to think you own me.
Sneering at me being me, living life differently
Well, come a little closer, cause I got some news for you.
Come a little closer, closer
I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing,
nothing bout my kind (sick of you) So
sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you
So go and stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
You're always trying to force-feed me your foul
philosophy, your ideas for folks like me, relentlessly
Trying to unfree me.
Be quiet, ssh, can you hear?
I will make this extra clear
So come a little closer, cause I got some news for you.
Come a little closer, closer
I'm so sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you)
So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and
stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
So you think you know us,
that you have us figured out,
that you know what we're about and what we need
Trying to control us.
Let me make this very clear for you,
for all to hear: I'm so sick of you!
Sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you.
You don't know nothing, nothing bout my kind (sick of you)
So sick of you, I'm frickin' sick of you so go and
stick your truth where the sun don't shine (so sick of you)
I'm so sick of you, I'm so sick of you,
I'm so sick of, I'm so sick of you, you, you, you
I'm so sick of you, so sick of you, I'm so sick of you!
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Stephens Iii, Tiffany Lee Rojas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2025 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.