Sick of this shit.. 32 bars.. trainspotters
i'm sick of this game, i'm sick of rap labels
sick of life being a gamble like craps tabels
i'm sick of whiling out
sick of not smiling now, with a frown below my eyebrows
yo, i'm sick of writing rhymes
sick of having a tied life... ending up in a nine to five
and i feel sick of it all
standing on the side waiting to be kicking the ball
sick of always having to be thorough
sick of being away from my family and my borough
sick of not getting signed
sick of cops lights on my block with em sirens high
and i'm sick of fake friends
sick of always having to hustle every day to make ends
and i'm sick of saying things i feel sick of
i'm still at it, so don't get it mixed up
i try to make dollars like parrish smith
but i'm sick and tired of ain't having shit
sick of feeling like i need magic tricks
and i'm sick as hell of only dating average chicks
sick of my kicks and my wardrobe
sick of the whole globe and the earth being a war zone
even my local town
are sick of this whole verse even though i just wrote it down
sick of feeling unappreciated
sick of my cds and tapes being delayed and
i'm sick of bad reviews
sick of sad news, glad tunes, sick of your whole damn crew
sick of internet, tv and magazines
sick of christmas, birthdays and halloween
sick of problems, dutys and homages
sick of hopes, lies, games, and promises
32 bars up in the mix nyss... håll utkik efter versen på trainspotters mixtape som släpps innan jul...
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