Don't Worry, I'm Sick of Me Too
You sick of me
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of me too
So i went and found myself
And i discovered something new
Did a lot of fucked up things
But now i've switched my point of view
Mind Elevated
Bitch i found my own truth
May i
Reintroduce
Pain triple three
Tatted with the fuckin noose
Hopped on the mic
No i didn't need a booth
Judge me
Well
You don't know what i've been through
Yuh
Well that's all in the past
No more fuckin up
And no more takin Xans
I'm the man with the plan
Keep it lowkey
But always keep it strapped
Nah
Boy
Don't misunderstand
I ain't no fuckin pussy
Always down to throw hands
Huh
I don't care to make bands
But know your fuckin place
You the goat
I'm the Ram
Damned
Now
Don't give a fuck about clout
I got bigger problems that i rather worry bout
Like is all of this worth it
I'm forever in doubt
Fake ass artist
You should shut your fuckin mouth
Bitch please
I don't give a fuck
If you're too fuckin crazy
Fuck yeah
I'ma run
But right now baby
I'm up in your guts
What i need in a girl
Is she agrees life sucks
So
Lets get numb
Only feel good
With sex and Drugs
Fuck that
Just need a fuckin text and a hug
Ain't gotta act hard
Because i ain't no thug
Sad and i Trap
With them big black guns
Fuck with the vatos
I'm their main tree plug
So
Shut your fuckin mouth
Whispers in my head
Slowly start to fuckin shout
But no
Wont let them bring me down
Made a lot of changes
And i'm really fuckin proud
Just relax for a second
And listen to these sounds
Wow
I'm sick of you
I'm sick of me too
So i went and found myself
And i discovered something new
Did a lot of fucked up things
But now i've switched my point of view
Mind Elevated
Bitch i found my own truth
May i
Reintroduce
Pain triple three
Tatted with the fuckin noose
Hopped on the mic
No i didn't need a booth
Judge me
Well
You don't know what i've been through
Yuh
Well that's all in the past
No more fuckin up
And no more takin Xans
I'm the man with the plan
Keep it lowkey
But always keep it strapped
Nah
Boy
Don't misunderstand
I ain't no fuckin pussy
Always down to throw hands
Huh
I don't care to make bands
But know your fuckin place
You the goat
I'm the Ram
Damned
Now
Don't give a fuck about clout
I got bigger problems that i rather worry bout
Like is all of this worth it
I'm forever in doubt
Fake ass artist
You should shut your fuckin mouth
Bitch please
I don't give a fuck
If you're too fuckin crazy
Fuck yeah
I'ma run
But right now baby
I'm up in your guts
What i need in a girl
Is she agrees life sucks
So
Lets get numb
Only feel good
With sex and Drugs
Fuck that
Just need a fuckin text and a hug
Ain't gotta act hard
Because i ain't no thug
Sad and i Trap
With them big black guns
Fuck with the vatos
I'm their main tree plug
So
Shut your fuckin mouth
Whispers in my head
Slowly start to fuckin shout
But no
Wont let them bring me down
Made a lot of changes
And i'm really fuckin proud
Just relax for a second
And listen to these sounds
Wow
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Writer(s): Pahoran Flores
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